"Who allowed you to be this revealing huh?" You ask, maintaining your smile as the two of you smile towards the press. "Me. I don't take orders from anyone." You chuckled at her answer before guiding her towards the entrance of the building, before replying to her words. "Wrong answer."
Later that night, the situation was reversed as you found yourself behind Momo, who was laying face down, ass up on the bed.
*PPAK
The sound of your hit on her ass echoing inside the room.
"You disobeyed me, and now you'll pay the price." With that, you got up and went into her bag, conveniently finding a bottle of lube and butt plug. You grab it and set it on the bed next to her, still holding the buttplug as you then move it towards her mouth. Knowing what you want, Momo opens her mouth, letting her saliva coat the plug, before you moved it down, ripping her panties apart before teasing the plug on her entrance.
To her surprise, you instead push it into her ass, earning a loud gasp from her. "W-What are you doing? I never tried anal." Momo's tone shows signs of concerns and hesitation, before you calmed her down. "It's a punishment, should've never used this then." Your words were interrupted once you unhook her top strap, exposing the inexistence of a bra. "Bad girl." You said, before immediately plunging your fingers into her pussy.
"Mmmmhhhhh fuckkk!!!" Her moans got louder as you start fingering her more, and before you know it, you felt her juices start leaking out of her panties, forcing you to stop fingering her, making her a whimpering mess. "What the fuck?" "That was part of the punishment."
Safe to say, your next movement caught her off guard as you laid down underneath her crotch, pulling her crotch down onto your face as you start eating her out. "MMmmmhhhh fuck that feels good." "Ah!" Her moans echo in tandem after each spank you deliver on her ass, as your tongue licks her pussy even faster. After a few seconds, you start alternating between licks and sucks, allowing you to taste the whole extent of her pussy, while your hands didn't rest idle, using one to rub her clit and the other to fondle with her tits.
"Don't cum yet princess." She groans after hearing your words, while you upped your pace, pleasuring her faster, trying to make sure she suffers.
However, something you didn't take into account was how uncontrollable Momo is as she suddenly moans loudly, before squirting all of her juices onto your face and mouth. You groaned lowly before opening your mouth, letting her juices squirt into your mouth.
"AH! What the fuck?" Momo asks after you slapped her pussy and ass a few times. "Bad girl. Should've not cum before I said so." You said, before moving your body up onto the pillow, meeting your face with hers, and your cock with her crotch. You pulled the plug from her ass harshly, leaving a *pop before you threw it away. Deciding to make her pay for her actions, you went in raw as you lowered her ass into your cock, allowing your cock to enter her ass.
"FUCK!" You felt her insides convulse as you let half of your cock inside her ass, before helping her raise her ass again, leaving your tip inside her ass. You repeat this a few times before allowing her to start going deeper on her ass. "Slowly, please. It's my first time." Momo's request was ignored as you had enough of caring about her, and decided to use her for your own pleasure, helping her as she starts riding you faster. This was also aided with the added lubrication in your pre-cum, coating her insides, allowing her to easily slide in and out of you.
Momo didn't fail to not use her amazing assets, using her hands to fondle and rub her tits, increasing her own pleasure before you stop her. "Off. On your fours now." You instructed, before Momo just rests on you, with your cock deep in her ass. "OFF. Now." Momo shook her head. You scoffed before harshly pulling her up, pushing her next to you before you get behind her. You align yourself with her ass again, pushing into her immediately, letting her no time to rest as you thrust into her hard and fast.
You start off with shallow thrusts before going deeper, matching with her moans getting louder as well. You didn't forget to do something she enjoys MUCH, which is to pull her hair, holding it up as you fuck her. "Fuck yeah, pull it harder." You obeyed her request, pulling her hair harder, while she simultaneously twerk while meeting your thrusts, with your cock deep inside her, letting you hit the deepest part of her ass.
"FUCK!" You were surprised at the sudden hard and deep thrust into her ass before dropping your seed, shooting a month worth of cum into her ass. "FUCKKKK AHHHH FUCKKKK!" Your spurts were replied with her moans at the same time, followed by her second orgasm, squirting her juices onto the bedsheets.
This wasn't supposed to happen. This started off as a "friendly bet", where if you failed to get together with the girl you're approaching, you'll have to something she asks for. However, it came as a surprise when her request was to have you eat her out, which you did, and as she said, made her cum faster than ever. Since then, the two of you have engaged in sexual activities, which includes fucking each other in the college classroom.
It came as a surprise when the two of you picked the same holiday destination and hotel, which brings the two of you here today. You're sitting on the daybed, with Eunbi next to you, wearing a VERY revealing bikini, exposing her curvy figures. It didn't take long before you turned on the music, standing up to start vibing to the song.
It didn't take long before Eunbi joined you, and within no time, the two of you were already holding hands, helping each other dance, enjoying the flow of the music. It also didn't help that the alcohol you two consumed help lighten the mood, letting the two of you get even closer.
Your brain blacked out for a moment, before you realized Eunbi turning her back against you, leaning her back against your torso, and her ass against your cock. She starts chuckling as she felt your cock grew hard. "Typical." "I know, especially since I know what's under that bikini of yours."
With that, you start moving your hands on her clothed clit, rubbing them softly, as well as rubbing her thighs and midriff. After a few seconds, Eunbi responded with her own as she rubs your hard cock through your shorts.
As time goes, so does the music, as well as both of your fingers. However, all it took was one second where the two of you exchange glances, which was all the validation you need. You turned her around before leaning onto her lips, letting your lips meet hers. The kiss continues as you guide her into the bedroom, letting her onto the bed as you got on top of her.
You allowed your hands to roam her body, moving from her cheeks onto her back, untying her bikini top before throwing them away, exposing her perky nipples. You used your right hand to put it on her lips, allowing her to suck them, while your mouth moves onto her tits, sucking them softly. "Mmmmhhhhh fuck." Eunbi's moans left her mouth for the first time as you moved your finger from her mouth onto her panties, untying them before you slid your hands on her entrance, rubbing them up and down before you enter her pussy.
"Mmmmhhhhh fuck that feels good." Your hands started moving slowly in and out of her pussy, before your progress was interrupted when you felt her start stroking your cock, pulling them out of your swim shorts, hardening your cock even more. "You feel good baby, let me fuck you." You whispered into her tits, making her whine before you saw her nod.
You stopped pleasuring her momentarily before you reached over to your fanny pack, before noticing there weren't any condoms inside. "Fuck." "What?" "I didn't bring the condoms." Eunbi's eyes widen momentarily before they return back to normal. "Alright then, just fuck me, I'm safe." You nodded in agreement before you flipped her over and raised her ass, spanking each cheek a few times, earning moans from her and leaving them red as you align your cock with her pussy.
"Just put it in. Please." Eunbi's words made you chuckle, before you gave into her request as you push into her. "Mmmhhhh fuck you're so big." You allow half of your cock inside her pussy before you pulled back, leaving your tip at her entrance, before thrusting again into her. You start off slowly, before you start thrusting deeper after her entrance got widened, before you manage to bottom out, inserting your whole cock inside her pussy.
Eventually, you start thrusting harder into her, letting her vocalize her wonderful voice through load moans. Her moans are also supported by your spanks on her ass, as well as how your hands rub her tits and clit from behind. After a few more thrusts, you grab her hair by your first, putting it into a ponytail before pulling it, allowing you to get deeper inside her. Her efforts then tripled as she starts throwing it back, twerking her ass while also thrusting back and meeting your thrusts, allowing you to get deeper. It took a few attempts before you managed to hit her g-spot, earning a loud moan from her.
Afterwards, it didn't take long before you found your rhythm, hitting and brushing her g-spot repeatedly, eventually triggering her orgasm as she squirts her juices onto your cock, coating firstly your tip, before coating your whole cock as your thrusts slowed down before stopping, letting her enjoy her orgasm, while also letting her orgasm die down before you continue.
"You didn't finish?" You shook your head. "Alright. Use me." Eunbi ordered.
You pushed her onto the bed, letting your cock out of her pussy before you flipped her, showing her wet pussy as well as her perky nipples. You brushed your tip on her clit, soaking in all her wetness before you pushed inside her again. "Nnnnggghh fuck." Her wetness allows you to slide easily into her as you start thrusting in and out of her, matching your previous pace as you try to chase your own orgasm. You rest your right hand on her hips, letting them stabilize her body, allowing you to slide deeper inside her, while your other hand is used to rub her tits, increasing stimulation.
Eunbi suddenly wrapped her legs around your hips and her hands around your neck, meeting your foreheads together as both of your moans and heavy breaths brush against each other's face. However, this time you're the one to start the kiss as you leaned in, muffling her moans through a kiss. The kiss continues and so does your thrusts.
"I'm close." "Inside me, I'm safe." You nod at her before your thrusts got incredibly faster and harder, before you climaxed, thrusting one last time into her as you groan, spurting your load into her, thrusting even deeper after each spurt, sending your load deep into her womb. Her moans got louder after each spurt, which was then followed by another orgasm, not as intense as before, but enough to stimulate more load out of your cock.
(Timeskip)
Your eyes opened to the sight of Eunbi laying on your collarbone, with her tits brushing your chest and arm. You brushed her nipples repeatedly, waking her up from her afternoon nap.
"I'm not safe." Your eyes widened in confusion before she stared at you. "What?" "I said, I'm not safe. I'm not on birth control. I really like you, I do, and I gave you permission to fill me in order to babytrap me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry if you don't feel the same." Eunbi said, noticing your confused reaction, before she got up. You immediately followed her actions before pulling her back into a kiss. She replied to the kiss immediately, laying down onto the bed as you follow on top of her.
"I like you too Eunbi-ssi." Her smile widened, hearing your confession, before you pulled her into a kiss again. "W-well, are you being a bad girl for daddy? Trying to babytrap me?" You asked her, and her eyes turned into a lustful glare, before you felt juices leaking from her pussy. Afterwards, you continued fucking her, pounding into her throughout the night, filling her up to the brim repeatedly, ensuring the start of your relationship, and the delivery of a baby in 9 months.
Eunbi from accounting. Everyone at the office just calls her "Miss Kwon" or "ma'am" because she's got that calm, classy vibe, but Jesus Christ, the woman is 44 and looks like she could walk into any college party and own the room.
Big soft eyes, full lips, long black hair she usually keeps in a loose bun at work, and a body… fuck. Curvy in all the right places, heavy tits that strain against her top, round hips, thick thighs.
She's got this gentle mom energy that makes you wanna curl up in her lap, except I'm nineteen and all I can think about is how bad I want her to sit on my face.
She has a little boy, five years old, super cute kid. She brings him to the office Christmas party sometimes and the way she kneels down to fix his jacket or wipe his mouth… I'm not proud of it, but I get hard just watching.
Anyway. Last Friday the office closed early because of some system upgrade. Everyone bailed to happy hour except me—I was finishing some dumb report. I thought I was alone until I heard heels in the hallway.
"Still here, sweetie?"
I looked up and there she was, leaning in my doorway. White sleeveless top, black pencil skirt hugging her hips. Lipstick a soft pink. She had her purse on her shoulder like she was leaving but didn't look in a rush.
"Yeah, just wrapping up," I said, trying not to stare at her chest. Failed.
She smiled that little mom smile. "You're always the last one here. Good boy."
My dick twitched at "good boy." I swear she saw it.
"You heading home to your kid?" I asked, closing my laptop.
"He's with his dad this weekend," she said, stepping inside my cubicle and closing the door behind her. Click of the lock. "First free weekend in months."
"Oh. Cool." Real smooth.
She walked over, hips swaying, and sat on the edge of my desk right next to me. Her skirt rode up a little. Thigh meat. I could smell her perfume, something vanilla and warm.
"You're always staring at me in meetings," she said softly, like she was telling me the weather.
My face went hot. "I—uh—sorry, I didn't mean—"
"It's okay, baby." She reached out and brushed my hair back like I was her kid. Except her hand stayed on my cheek. "I like it. Makes me feel pretty."
"You are pretty," I blurted. "Like… really fucking pretty."
She laughed quietly. "Language, sweetie." But she was blushing.
I couldn't stop myself. "Miss Kwon… Eunbi… can I kiss you?"
Her eyes went wide for a second, then soft. She cupped my face with both hands. "Come here, honey."
I stood up and she pulled me between her legs. Our first kiss was slow, soft, her lips so warm and full. She tasted like strawberry lip balm. I put my hands on her waist and she made this little happy sound into my mouth.
When we pulled back she was breathing harder. "God, you're just a baby," she whispered, but her hands were already sliding down my chest.
"I'm nineteen," I said, like that made it better.
She bit her lip. "Nineteen… and you want this old mom body?"
"Fuck yes."
That made her laugh again, breathy. She grabbed my hand and put it on her left tit, right over the top. So soft and heavy. "Feel how full they still are? Breastfed my son for two years. They never really went down."
I squeezed gently and she let out a tiny moan.
"Eunbi…"
"Shhh." She started undress her top with one hand, still holding my wrist against her chest with the other. "Mommy wants to show you something."
The top fell open. White lace bra, nipples already hard poking through. She reached behind and unhooked it. Her tits spilled out—big, pale, faint blue veins, dark pink nipples thick and long. Perfect.
"Go ahead, baby," she whispered. "They're sensitive. Be gentle at first."
I leaned down and took one in my mouth, sucking soft like she asked. She cradled my head, fingers in my hair.
"Oh sweetheart… that's it… good boy… just like that…"
I moved to the other one, licking circles, and she started rocking her hips a little on the desk.
"Stand up," she said suddenly, voice shaky.
I did. She slid off the desk, knelt in front of me, and looked up with those big mom eyes.
"Pants off, honey."
I fumbled with my belt so bad she had to help. My cock sprung out—rock hard, already leaking.
She gasped softly. "Oh my… look at this beautiful young cock." She wrapped her hand around it, stroking slow. "So thick… Mommy's gonna take good care of you."
Then she leaned forward and kissed the tip, all gentle, before sliding her lips down. Warm, wet, perfect suction. She took half in one go, humming.
I groaned loud. "Eunbi—fuck—"
She popped off, smiling. "Uh-uh. What do you call me right now?"
I swallowed. "Mommy?"
"Good boy." Back down she went, deeper this time, cheeks hollow. One hand cupping my balls, soft and warm.
I lasted maybe two minutes before I warned her. "I'm gonna—"
She pulled off just enough to say, "In Mommy's mouth, baby. It's okay."
I came so hard my knees shook. She swallowed every drop, licking me clean after, then stood up and kissed me so I could taste myself on her tongue.
"Your turn," she said, voice husky.
She hiked her skirt up—no panties. Smooth shaved pussy, puffy lips already glistening. She sat back on my desk, spread her legs wide, and pulled my head down.
"Be sweet to Mommy's pussy, okay? Kiss it first."
I dropped to my knees and did exactly that—soft kisses on her clit, then long licks up her slit. She was so wet already, tasted sweet and a little musky.
"Ohhh yes… gentle tongue… just like that… good baby…"
I slid a finger inside her—tight, hot, soaked. Then two. She grabbed my hair.
"Right there—curl them—oh God—"
She came fast, thighs shaking around my head, whispering "good boy, good boy" over and over.
When she caught her breath she pulled me up and kissed me deep.
"I need you inside me," she said against my lips. "Right now."
She turned around, bent over my desk, skirt bunched at her waist, big ass up. I lined up and pushed in slow.
We both moaned. She was so warm and wet and tight, gripping me like crazy.
"Slow first, honey… let Mommy feel every inch…"
I did—long, deep strokes. Her tits swung under her, nipples brushing papers.
"Harder now, baby… fuck Mommy harder…"
I grabbed her hips and pounded. The desk creaked. She reached back and spread her cheeks so I could go deeper.
"Yes—yes—use me, sweetheart—Mommy's your little slut tonight—"
That sent me over. "Eunbi—Mommy—I'm gonna cum—"
"Inside," she gasped. "Fill me up, baby—give Mommy all that young cum—"
I buried myself and exploded, pumping rope after rope deep in her. She came again with me, pussy milking me dry.
We stayed like that a minute, breathing hard. Then she turned around, pulled me into her arms, and hugged me tight, my head on her bare chest.
"Such a good boy," she murmured, kissing my hair. "Mommy's precious boy."
I hugged her back, face in her tits, totally gone.
She laughed softly. "We're doing this again. My place next weekend. My son will be with his dad. I'll cook you dinner… then I'll ride you on the couch until you can't walk."
I just nodded, dick already twitching again.
She kissed my forehead. "Now help me find my bra, sweetie. We've got to clean up before security does rounds."
And that's how I started fucking the hottest mom in the office.
The next weekend came faster than I thought.
Friday night, 7:12 p.m., I'm standing outside her apartment door with a bottle of cheap red wine I googled "good for moms." My palms are sweaty. I'm wearing the nicest shirt I own and the only pair of jeans that don't have a rip in them.
The door opens and… holy fuck.
She's wearing black dress. Tight, sleeveless, hugs every curve like it was painted on. The neckline dips just enough to show the top of her cleavage, and the hem stops mid-thigh, showing off those thick, smooth legs. Hair down, straight and shiny, lips glossy pink. Bare feet with red toenails.
"Hi, baby," she says, voice soft like warm honey. She pulls me inside by my shirt and shuts the door. "You're right on time. Mommy likes punctual boys."
I hand her the wine like an idiot. She smiles and kisses my cheek. "So sweet. Come in, take your shoes off."
Her place smells like vanilla and something cooking—maybe pasta. It's cozy: soft lighting, toys neatly in a basket in the corner, a big gray couch with too many pillows. Photos of her little boy everywhere. Makes my dick twitch for some reason.
She walks ahead of me, hips swaying slow in that dress. "Sit, honey. Dinner's almost ready."
I sit on the couch. She bends over to check the oven and the dress rides up just enough that I see the bottom curve of her ass. No panties line. My mouth goes dry.
"You okay back there?" she teases without turning around.
"You're trying to kill me," I mutter.
She laughs, stands up, and comes over with two glasses of the wine I brought. Hands me one and sits right next to me, thigh pressed against mine.
"To new friends," she says, clinking my glass. She takes a sip, then puts her hand on my knee. "You nervous, sweetheart?"
"A little," I admit.
"Don't be." She leans in and kisses me slow, tongue sliding against mine, tasting like wine and her. "Mommy's gonna take such good care of you tonight."
Dinner is spaghetti and garlic bread. We eat at her little table, knees touching. She keeps feeding me bites from her fork, wiping sauce off my lip with her thumb and then licking it off. Every time she leans forward her tits press against the table edge and I almost choke.
After we finish she stands up, takes my hand. "Come. Couch time."
She pushes me down gently and straddles my lap, dress riding all the way up to her hips. Black lace thong. I can feel the heat of her pussy through my jeans.
"Feel how wet Mommy already is?" she whispers, grinding slow. "Been thinking about your young cock all week."
I groan and grab her ass—soft, heavy, perfect handfuls.
She kisses my neck, then my ear. "Want to unwrap your present?"
She stands up, turns around, and pulls the zipper down her back herself. The dress slides off her shoulders and pools at her feet. Just the thong now, and that lacy black bra from the office that day.
She turns back to face me. "Like what you see, baby?"
I can't even talk. I just nod like a dumbass.
She climbs back on me, reaches behind, unhooks the bra. Tits spill out—heavier than I remember, nipples hard and dark. She grabs my hands and puts them on her bare breasts.
"Squeeze them, honey. They've been so full and achy waiting for you."
I do. They overflow my hands. She moans soft and starts rocking against the bulge in my jeans.
"Stand up," she says suddenly. "Pants off. Mommy wants to taste you again."
I jump up so fast I almost trip. She giggles, helps me shove jeans and boxers down. My cock springs out, already dripping.
She drops to her knees on the rug, looks up at me with those big soft eyes. "Such a pretty cock. So hard for Mommy."
Then she takes me deep, no teasing this time. One smooth slide until her nose touches my stomach. She holds there, throat working around me, then pulls back slow, spit stringing from her lips.
"Good boy," she whispers. "Stay still and let Mommy suck."
She goes to work—slow, wet, sloppy. Hands on my thighs, head bobbing, making these little happy humming sounds. Every time she pulls back she kisses the tip and tells me how good I taste.
I'm close way too fast. "Eunbi—Mommy—I'm—"
She pops off, strokes me fast with both hands. "On my tits, baby. Paint Mommy's big tits."
I lose it. Thick ropes shoot across her chest, dripping down her nipples. She moans like it's the best thing that's ever happened to her, rubbing it into her skin.
"Look at that mess you made," she says, voice breathy. "So much cum for Mommy."
She stands up, pulls me to the bedroom. Soft lamp light, big bed with white sheets. She pushes me down on my back and crawls over me.
"My turn."
She straddles my face, thong pulled to the side. Her pussy is soaked, swollen, dripping on my lips.
"Open up, sweetheart. Tongue out."
I lick her like I'm starving. She rides my face slow, grinding, big thighs squeezing my head.
"That's it… eat Mommy's pussy… get it nice and ready for your cock…"
She comes twice like that, flooding my mouth, whispering "good boy" and "my baby" over and over.
When she finally slides down my body she lines me up and sinks down in one go. No condom—we talked about it earlier, she's on the pill and clean, I'm a virgin pretty much so same.
We both groan loud.
"So big," she whimpers, starting to bounce slow. "Stretching Mommy so good…"
Her tits bounce heavy with every move. I reach up and grab them, pinch her nipples. She leans forward so they swing in my face and I suck while she rides.
"Harder, baby," she gasps. "Fuck up into me."
I grab her hips and start thrusting up, slamming into her. The bed creaks, headboard thumping the wall.
"Yes—yes—just like that—use Mommy's pussy—"
She sits up straight, hands on my chest, riding hard and fast. Her belly has the softest little pouch from having a kid and it's so fucking hot.
"I'm gonna cum," I warn.
"Me too—"
She slams down one last time and we both explode. I pump what feels like a gallon inside her, and she squirts a little, soaking my stomach.
She collapses on my chest, breathing hard, tits pressed against me. We're both sweaty and sticky.
After a minute she kisses my neck. "Stay the night, okay? Mommy wants morning cuddles… and morning sex."
I wrap my arms around her. "Yes ma'am."
She giggles into my shoulder. "Good boy."
We fall asleep like that, her on top of me, my cock still half inside her.
Next week on Saturday morning, 6:47 a.m., my phone buzzes on her nightstand.
It's a new photo from Eunbi.
She's in the gym, short black hair now, all sweaty and pushed back, wearing that tiny black sports bra that barely holds her tits and loose black sweatpants riding low on her hips. I can see the soft curve of her lower belly and that little silver belly-button ring she got after her kid was born. She's biting her lip at the camera like she knows exactly what it's doing to me.
The caption just says:
"come spot me, baby? mommy's feeling strong today 💪❤️"
I'm hard before I even finish reading it.
I'm out the door in ten minutes, still smelling like her from last night. I drive to her gym (some fancy 24-hour place downtown that smells like rubber mats and eucalyptus). I swipe the guest pass she added me to last week and head straight to the weight room.
She's in the back corner by the squat rack, headphones in, doing hip thrusts with a barbell that's got more plates than I can probably lift. Every time she drives her hips up, that sports bra fights for its life and her ass flexes under the thin fabric. A couple dudes are pretending not to stare.
She sees me in the mirror, smiles huge, and drops the bar with a clang. Pulls her headphones out.
"Hi, sweetie!" she says loud enough that the bros look over. She jogs to me, sweaty tits bouncing, and hugs me tight. Her skin is warm and damp. "You came so fast."
"Couldn't leave Mommy lifting alone," I say into her neck.
She laughs, low and dirty. "Mmm, good boy. Come here."
She drags me to the squat rack, adds a little more weight like it's nothing, then gets under the bar.
"Spot me, baby. Hands on my hips."
I step behind her. She backs her ass right up against my crotch, looks over her shoulder with that soft mom smile.
"Ready?"
She unracks it, lowers slow, ass pressing harder into me with every inch. Then she explodes up, grunting soft. I can feel the heat of her through both our clothes.
Three reps in and she's already breathing heavy. On the fourth she stays at the bottom for a second, grinding back against my now very obvious hard-on.
"Someone's happy to see me," she whispers.
"Eunbi, people are—"
"Let them look," she says, coming up slow, rolling her hips. "Mommy wants her baby hard while she trains."
She does eight reps like that, teasing me the whole time. On the last one she racks it, turns around, and kisses me right there in front of everyone—full tongue, hands on my face.
"Locker room," she murmurs against my lips. "Family one. It locks."
I follow her like a puppy.
The family changing room is big—one bench, one shower, lock on the door. She clicks it shut, turns around, and peels the sports bra off in one motion. Her tits drop heavy, nipples hard from the cold air and working out.
"Look at these," she says, cupping them. "All pumped and full of blood. So sensitive right now."
She grabs my hands and puts them on her bare chest. I squeeze and she moans, head falling back.
"Suck, baby. Quick before someone knocks."
I drop to my knees and take a nipple in my mouth, sucking hard. She cradles my head like I'm her kid again, but her hips are already rocking.
"Other one—yes—bite a little—oh fuck—"
She yanks my hair, pulls me off, and shoves her sweatpants down. No panties, of course. Her pussy is puffy and glistening, a little sweat in the crease of her thighs.
"On the bench," she orders, voice shaky. "Pants down."
I sit fast, dick out. She straddles me facing me, grabs my cock, and sinks down slow.
Both of us groan loud.
"So deep like this," she whispers, starting to bounce. "Feel how wet Mommy got lifting for you?"
I grab her ass with both hands, helping her ride. Her tits bounce in my face with every thrust. I bury my face in them, licking sweat off her skin.
"Harder, baby," she pants. "Fuck up into me. Make Mommy's legs shake."
I slam up and she cries out, nails digging into my shoulders.
"Yes—yes—just like that—Mommy's big boy—"
The bench creaks under us. She leans back, hands on my knees, riding faster, belly soft and flexing. I reach down and rub her clit with my thumb.
She gasps, whole body shaking. "Don't stop—gonna cum—gonna—"
She comes hard, pussy clamping down, squirting a little on my lap. I'm right behind her, grabbing her hips and unloading deep inside her with a groan.
She collapses forward, sweaty forehead on mine, both of us breathing like we ran a marathon.
After a minute she giggles. "God, we're disgusting. I love it."
She kisses me slow, then slides off. My cum drips down her thigh.
"Look at that mess you made," she says, scooping some with her fingers and licking them clean while staring at me. "Mommy's favorite protein shake."
I'm already getting hard again.
She laughs, grabs a towel, wipes us both down quick. Then she pulls her sports bra back on (it's a struggle, tits still swollen) and sweatpants up.
"Come on, baby. Help me stretch. Then we'll shower at my place. I want you to fuck me in my bed again while I'm still sweaty."
We walk out holding hands. The same dudes from earlier stare like they know exactly what just happened.
Eunbi just smiles and waves with her free hand. "Have a good workout, boys!"
In the car on the way back she keeps one hand on my thigh the whole time, squeezing every time we hit a red light.
"You know," she says softly, "I booked a babysitter till tomorrow night. That means you're not leaving my bed until Monday morning."
I swallow hard. "Yes, ma'am."
She leans over at the next light and kisses my neck. "Good boy. Mommy's pussy is already sore and we're just getting started."
Summary : A fan finds out that a guy in the crowd beside him stole Jihyo's ring when she came down to greet the fans. Jihyo finds it interesting when that fan puts the ring on her finger by himself, rather than just returning it, so she calls him back to her dressing room and unveils her biggest fantasy to him.
Jihyo X Myself
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I got the tickets for the TWICE Berlin concert. This was for their world tour, and somehow, miraculously, I managed to secure front row seats. For weeks leading up to the show, I hoped, really hoped, that the members would come down from the stage and greet the fans up close. I'd seen videos from other tour stops where they interacted with the crowd, and I prayed Berlin would be no different.
The Mercedes-Benz Arena was electric, pulsating with energy from thousands of ONCEs. The concert had been everything I dreamed of, explosive performances, stunning visuals, and the girls looking more beautiful in person than any screen could capture. Now, as the night wore on, the concert was almost nearing its end. Only one hour was left before the final bows.
Then it happened.
Jihyo, the leader, the powerhouse vocalist, the woman whose presence commanded every inch of that stage, decided to step down and greet the fans. She ran along the barricade, her smile radiant, giving high fives to everyone within reach. My heart hammered against my ribs as she approached. When her hand met mine, the contact was brief but electric, warm, soft, real. But as she moved past me toward the next section of fans, I noticed something that made my blood boil.
The guy beside me, some tall, lanky man with greedy eyes, had held onto her hand for far too long. Not just that, but as she pulled away, I watched in disbelief as he slipped his fingers around hers and removed her ring. He brought it close to his face, turning it over, examining it like some trophy he'd won.
"Hey!" I snapped, grabbing his wrist hard. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
He startled, trying to pull away. "I-I was just looking-"
"Just looking?" I cut him off, my voice rising above the music. "You stole her ring! Are you insane? That's not a souvenir, you creep! That's her personal property! She trusted us enough to come down here and you repay that by stealing from her?"
"Give it back," he muttered, shoving the ring toward me.
I snatched it from his palm, my fingers trembling with anger. "Get out of here before I call security myself. You're disgusting."
He slinked away into the crowd as I closed my fist around the delicate band. It was beautiful, simple but elegant, probably with sentimental value. I looked up toward the stage, wondering if I should try to signal someone, but the music was still pounding and the lights were flashing.
Then I saw her.
Jihyo had returned to the stage, but something was wrong. She was looking down at her hand, then patting her pockets, her expression shifting from confusion to alarm. She approached the edge of the stage, standing right above where I was, and held up her hand. She pointed to her ring finger, the empty space where the band should have been, and looked out at the crowd with questioning eyes.
My heart stopped. I immediately waved both hands above my head, jumping slightly to catch her attention. When her eyes locked onto me, I slowly opened my palm to reveal the ring glinting under the stage lights. I pointed at it, then gestured toward her, mouthing "Should I throw it?"
She shook her head vigorously, signaling no. Then, to my astonishment, she moved toward the stairs at the side of the stage and came back down.
The crowd around me erupted in excited whispers as she approached. My hand shook as I held out the ring, expecting her to simply take it from my palm. But as she reached me, something came over me, some boldness I didn't know I possessed. Instead of dropping it into her hand, I reached out and gently took her left hand in mine.
Her eyes widened, dark and luminous, as I carefully slid the ring onto her finger. The touch of her skin against mine was soft, warm, impossibly intimate. I adjusted the band until it sat perfectly in place, my thumb brushing over her knuckle before I let go.
She was stunned, I could see it in the parting of her lips, the slight hitch in her breath, but she didn't stop me. She let me finish, let me hold her hand for that suspended moment in time. When I finally released her, she didn't immediately pull away. Instead, she held my gaze, her eyes searching mine with an intensity that made the world around us disappear.
It felt like a once-in-a-lifetime moment. I couldn't breathe. My lungs seemed to forget how to function as Jihyo maintained that eye contact, her expression softening into something I couldn't quite read, gratitude mixed with curiosity, perhaps. My heart hammered so hard I was certain she could hear it over the music.
Then she turned and spoke quickly to a security woman standing nearby, a stern-looking German woman with a headset. Jihyo gestured toward me, said something I couldn't hear, and then hurried back to the stage to continue the concert.
The security woman stared at me. Her eyes were cold, assessing, making me feel like I'd done something wrong even though I'd only returned what was stolen. She maintained that gaze throughout the remaining hour of the concert, never looking away, never smiling.
When the final song ended and the girls took their bows, I was overwhelmed by conflicting emotions. Sadness that the concert was over, that the magic was dissipating. But happiness, pure, radiant happiness, that the moment with Jihyo had happened at all. That I'd touched her hand, looked into her eyes, placed a ring on her finger like some scene from a dream.
I filed out with the crowd, my mind still replaying that eye contact, the softness of her skin. But as I reached the exit corridor, a hand grabbed my arm.
It was the same security woman from before.
"Come with me," she said in accented English, her tone leaving no room for argument.
My stomach dropped. I thought I'd done something wrong by keeping the ring instead of immediately throwing it, or perhaps Jihyo was angry about how intimate the moment had become. Maybe the company staff had called me in to give me a warning, or worse, ban me from future events.
My thoughts raced as she led me through corridors I didn't know existed, past staff-only doors, deeper into the backstage area. Finally, she stopped in front of a door with a paper sign taped to it that simply read "Jihyo" in handwritten Hangul.
"Go in," the security woman said, pointing.
I hesitated, my hand hovering over the handle. Every instinct told me to run, that this was a mistake. But curiosity and something else, hope, maybe, pushed me forward. I turned the handle and stepped inside.
The room was warm, lit by soft vanity lights. And there she was, Park Jihyo, no longer the idol on stage but a woman removing her jewelry piece by piece, wiping makeup from her face with cotton pads. She looked smaller somehow, more human, more real. She looked up as I entered, and my heart stopped all over again.
"Close the door," she said softly, her voice carrying that distinctive tone I knew from interviews, warm, slightly husky, melodious even in simple speech.
I pushed the door shut behind me, the click of the latch echoing in the small room.
"Sit," she gestured to a chair near her vanity. "Please."
I sat, my hands clammy, my mind screaming that this couldn't be real.
She turned to face me fully, her face half-bare now, makeup removed from one cheek. Without the stage cosmetics, she looked younger, more vulnerable, but no less beautiful. If anything, the naturalness of her skin, the slight redness where she'd been rubbing, made her more stunning.
"I wanted to thank you," she said, her English careful but clear. "For the ring. It was... a very important gift from my mother."
I nodded, finding my voice. "I-I saw that guy take it. I couldn't just let him keep it."
"You were angry," she observed, a small smile playing at her lips. "I saw you yelling at him. Even from the stage, I could see your face was red."
"He had no right to touch you like that," I said, the indignation rising again even now. "To steal from you. You were kind enough to come down to us, and he repaid that by..."
"By stealing," she finished. "Yes."
She stood up and walked closer, her concert outfit still on, a sparkling top and skirt that caught the light. "Fans touch me all the time," she said quietly. "High fives, handshakes, sometimes they try to grab. It is part of the job. But tonight... when you held my hand to put the ring on..." She paused, her eyes meeting mine. "It felt different."
My breath caught. "Different how?"
"Like..." She searched for words, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Like a fantasy come true. The way you did it, so gentle, so careful. Looking into my eyes. It felt unreal. Like something from a drama."
The air in the room seemed to thicken. I could smell her perfume, something floral and warm, mixed now with the scent of sweat from performing, which somehow made it more intimate.
"I have another fantasy," she said, her voice dropping lower, taking on a quality that made my skin prickle with heat. "One I've never told anyone."
I swallowed hard. "What is it?"
Her eyes darkened, becoming heavy-lidded, seductive. She reached up and slowly began unclipping her earrings, one by one, her gaze never leaving mine. "I've always wondered," she said, setting the earrings on her vanity with deliberate slowness, "what it would be like to have a fan watch me change. To see me... completely."
My mouth went dry. "Jihyo..."
"Don't speak," she whispered, her fingers moving to the zipper at the side of her skirt. "Just watch."
She slowly pulled the zipper down, the sound impossibly loud in the quiet room. The skirt loosened and she let it fall, stepping out of it with a grace that made my chest ache. She was wearing stockings underneath, attached to a garter, and simple black underwear that contrasted sharply with her fair skin.
"You look shocked," she teased, her voice breathy now. "Have you never imagined this? All those times you watched me on stage, on screen... did you never wonder what was underneath?"
"I... yes," I admitted, my voice rough. "I've imagined."
"Good," she purred, reaching for the hem of her top. She pulled it up slowly, revealing her toned stomach, the curve of her ribs, and finally, her breasts, encased in a delicate lace bra. She tossed the top aside and reached behind her, unhooking the bra with practiced ease.
When it fell away, I couldn't suppress the groan that escaped me. Her breasts were perfect, full, with dark nipples that hardened slightly in the cool air of the room. She saw me looking and smiled, a knowing, seductive smile.
"You like what you see?" she asked, cupping them slightly, lifting them as if offering them to my gaze.
"You're beautiful," I managed. "More than I ever imagined."
She laughed softly, a throaty sound. "Still so polite. Even now." She hooked her thumbs into her underwear and pushed them down, stepping out of them completely. Now she stood before me naked, unashamed, her body lit by the warm vanity lights, every curve, every secret place exposed.
"May I?" she asked, gesturing to the chair I sat in.
I nodded, unable to speak.
She approached slowly, her hips swaying, her eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made me dizzy. She placed her hands on my knees, spreading them slightly to make room for herself. Then she leaned forward, her bare chest pressing against my clothed one, her face inches from mine. I could feel her heat through the fabric, could smell the sweetness of her breath.
"Is this okay?" she whispered, her lips brushing my ear.
"Yes," I breathed. "God, yes."
She pulled back slightly, her hands sliding up my thighs, her breasts pressing harder against my chest. We were so close now, our mouths almost touching, her eyes half-closed with desire,
A sharp knock at the door made us both jump.
Jihyo's eyes went wide with panic. "Hide!" she whispered urgently, grabbing my arm and pulling me up. "Quickly! Behind the outfit rack!"
She pushed me toward a rolling clothing rack filled with costumes and stage outfits. I squeezed behind it, crouching down as she grabbed whatever clothes she could find, a oversized t-shirt and sweatpants, and threw them on haphazardly.
"Coming!" she called out, her voice miraculously steady.
The door opened. "Jihyo-unnie?" It was Momo's voice, recognizable anywhere. "Have you seen the manager? My phone isn't working and I need to call my family."
"Ah, no, I haven't seen him," Jihyo replied, her voice slightly breathless but controlled. "Maybe check the catering area?"
"Okay, thanks. Sorry to bother you while you're changing."
"It's fine, Momo. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, unnie."
After Momo left, Jihyo breathed, a long, shaky exhale that seemed to release the panic from her body. She leaned her forehead against the door, her hand still gripping the handle, her chest heaving beneath the oversized t-shirt she'd thrown on.
"That was too close," she whispered, her voice trembling. "She almost caught us. She would have known, she would have seen..."
I stepped out from behind the clothing rack, my heart still hammering from the near-miss. "But she didn't," I said softly. "We're safe."
Jihyo turned to face me, her eyes wide and dark, still flushed with adrenaline. "I can't believe I just did that. I've never... I've never hidden a man in my dressing room before."
I slowly approached her, my movements deliberate, giving her space to back away if she wanted to. But she didn't move. She watched me come closer, her lips parted, her breath quickening again, for a different reason now. When I reached her, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her against me. Her hands immediately interlocked behind my neck, her fingers threading through my hair, gripping tight.
I let my hands slide down, cupping her thighs, lifting her slightly so she could feel all of me. My erection was hard against her stomach, impossible to hide, pressing insistently through my jeans. She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt it, her body arching into mine.
"You're so hard," she breathed, her voice barely audible. "You really want me that much?"
"More than anything," I growled.
I kissed her slowly, the way they do in the Korean dramas she starred in, the first touch was just a slight brush of lips, tentative and soft, testing the waters. But then I dove right in, capturing her mouth fully, my tongue sweeping across her lower lip until she opened for me. Our tongues met, sliding against each other in a wet, heated dance. I explored her mouth thoroughly, tasting the mint from her backstage breath freshener mixed with something uniquely her. The kiss deepened, our heads tilting, mouths opening wider, tongues stroking and curling together in a rhythm that mimicked what we both desperately wanted.
I walked her backward until her back hit the door with a solid thud. The sound echoed in the small room, but I didn't stop. I pushed her harder against the wood, pinning her there with my body while my hands found the hem of her t-shirt and shoved it up above her tits. They bounced free, heavy and perfect, nipples already tight and begging for my mouth.
I bent my head and licked them, starting with the underside, tracing the swell of each breast with my tongue before circling closer to the center. I laved attention on her left nipple, sucking it deep into my mouth, rolling it against my tongue, feeling it harden even more. She moaned, her head falling back against the door with a soft knock. I moved to the right, giving it the same treatment, sucking, licking, grazing my teeth gently over the sensitive peak until she was squirming against me, her hips bucking involuntarily.
"Please," she whimpered. "Don't stop."
I turned her around, spinning her to face the door. Her tits pressed against the cool wood, her cheek turned to rest against the surface, her breath fogging the painted metal. I kept her shirt bunched up above her breasts, leaving them pinned against the door as I reached down and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her sweatpants. I pulled them down in one swift motion, taking her underwear with them, exposing her completely from the waist down.
She was beautiful, her ass round and firm, the cleft between her cheeks shadowed and inviting. I dropped to my knees behind her, spreading her legs wider, and buried my face between her ass cheeks. I licked upward, dragging my tongue from her sensitive perineum all the way to the small of her back, then back down again. I found her pussy, already wet and swollen, and dove in, lapping at her folds with broad strokes of my tongue. I circled her entrance, teasing her, before pushing my tongue inside, feeling her muscles clench around me. I moved up to her clit, sucking it gently, flicking it rapidly with the tip of my tongue while she ground back against my face, her moans muffled against her arm.
"Oh god, oh god," she chanted, her hips bucking. "Right there, please, right there..."
I spun her around again, her back hitting the door now, her face flushed and desperate. I attacked her neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin where her pulse hammered, leaving marks that would be hidden by stage makeup tomorrow. She was moaning loudly now, her hands gripping my hair, her thighs trembling.
But then she bit her lip, hard, her teeth sinking into the plush flesh, her eyes showing a flicker of reason through the haze of lust. "Wait," she gasped, even as I dropped my mouth to her tits again, sucking one nipple deep while my hand rolled the other between my fingers. "We... we have to stop. We can't... not here, not now..."
She pulled me up by my hair, her grip surprisingly strong, and captured my mouth in a fierce kiss. When we broke apart, both panting, she looked at me with dark, hungry eyes, her lip still bearing the indentations of her teeth.
"I love how horny you are for me," she whispered, her hand sliding down to palm my erection through my jeans, making me groan. "I can feel how much you want me. It's driving me crazy. But if we get caught... if anyone finds out..." She kissed me again, softer this time. "I want you. God, I want you so much. But not like this, not rushed, not terrified."
She pulled her shirt down, covering her breasts, then bent to pull her pants up, her movements quick and efficient. I watched, bereft, as she hid the body I'd just been worshipping. Then she placed her hands on my chest and pushed me backward. I stumbled and sat hard in the chair I'd occupied earlier.
Jihyo walked to her vanity mirror, adjusting her clothes, smoothing her hair, wiping at her swollen lips with the back of her hand. She met my eyes in the reflection, her gaze heated and promising.
"Instead," she said, her voice steady now with resolve, "I can get you a job. On my personal staff. A fake resume, something related to makeup, styling. You could travel with me, be with me all the time. In hotel rooms. In private. Where we won't be interrupted." She turned to face me fully. "Would you want that?"
"Yes," I said, my voice hoarse. "Yes, I want that."
"Good," she whispered.
She crossed the room to me, her hips swaying with renewed confidence. She stopped in front of my chair, then climbed onto my lap, straddling my hips, her thighs gripping me tight. She reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it up slowly, inch by inch, until her breasts were exposed once more, right in front of my face, heavy, perfect, the nipples still wet from my mouth, glistening in the vanity light.
"For now," she said, her voice a seductive promise as she pressed her chest toward my mouth, offering herself completely, "let's seal the deal."
Edit : Sorry to abruptly end the story at the peak, I promise I'm thinking of writing the next parts for it, so stay patient.
I like each position RV member prefers when they want to be bred, can you also make one for twice ?
Nayeon
Nayeon pushes you onto your back, straddling your hips with that bright, teasing grin. She prefers cowgirl when she wants to be bred. She controls the pace, grinds down on you slowly at first to feel every inch stretch her pussy.
You grip her waist as she sinks onto you, her tight heat swallowing your cock whole.
"Fill me up."
She rocks her hips in circles, breasts bouncing with each drop. Her nails rake your chest, urging you deeper. She leans forward, long hair curtaining your faces, kissing you messy while she rides harder.
"I want your cum so bad. Breed me right here."
You thrust up to meet her, hitting that spot that makes her gasp. Her pace quickens, thighs trembling as she chases her high.
"Don't pull out."
She demands, her pussy clenching around you. You feel her pulse, her body begging. One final grind and she has you spilling deep inside her cunt, flooding her. She stays seated, rocking gently to keep every drop in, smirking down at you.
"Good boy."
Jeongyeon
Jeongyeon pulls you close on the couch with her legs, until you're on top in classic missionary. She loves the weight of you pinning her, legs hooked over your shoulders for that deep angle when breeding is all she craves. You slide in slow, watching her eyes flutter shut.
"Harder."
She murmurs, hands on your back urging you on. Her walls grip tight as you thrust deep, pelvis grinding against her clit with every stroke.
"Breed me...give it all to me."
Her voice cracks with need. You pound steadily, feeling her pussy soak your cock more with each thrust. Her fingers dig into your shoulders.
"Deeper… I want to feel you cum inside."
You angle just right, hitting her cervix, and she arches, moaning low. Her cunt rhythmically tries to milk you for all you have. You burry yourself deep and shoot pulsing hot ropes into her. She holds you there, legs trembling.
"Stay… don't let a drop leak out."
Momo
Momo gets on all fours and arches her back perfectly. Doggy is her favourite for breeding because it lets you pin her down completely. Your hips flush against hers as you drive in from behind. You press over her, chest to her back, sliding your cock deep into her in one smooth thrust. She moans into the pillow, pushing back to meet you.
"Breed me like this… fill me up."
Her ass jiggles with each hard snap of your hips. You grip her waist, pounding relentlessly. The angle lets you go impossibly deep. She reaches back, spreading her cheeks wider.
"Right there...cum inside me."
Her body shakes as you grind against her spot. Her tight pussy pulls you over the edge. You groan, spilling thick and hot seed into her, flooding her cunt. She collapses forward, keeping you buried, rocking back lazily. Momo feels too full to say a word.
Sana
Sana loves spooning turned breeding. Just lying on her side, you behind her, one leg hooked over yours for easy access. She craves the closeness when she wants to be filled. You slide in from behind, arm around her waist, hand cupping her breast. She sighs happily, pushing back.
"Breed me slow… make it last."
You thrust lazy but deep, grinding circles inside her. She turns her head for messy kisses.
"I want your baby..."
Her hand guides yours between her legs, rubbing her clit as you pump steadily.
The build is torturous. Her moans are soft and cute. She makes her pussy clench around your cock, teasing you.
"Now… breed me now."
You speed up, burying yourself to the hilt inside her, and explode, pumping her full of cum, pulse after pulse.
Jihyo
Jihyo always demands you fuck her in a mating press whenever she's ovulating. Her legs folded back, pressing her tits together, knees by her ears, her pussy so close to her mouth, you could switch between both holes whenever you wanted.
Now, you pin her wrists above her head, your body weight folding her in half, thrusting deep and hard into her wet pussy.
"Take it all."
You groan, eyes locked on hers. Her body rocks with each powerful stroke, breasts bouncing.
"Fill me up. I need your cum so bad..."
She clenches tight, urging you on. You grind against her cervix, making her cry out.
Jihyo orgasms first. Her walls spasm around your cock, pulling your own release out of you. You flood her pussy with your cum, groaning as she milks every drop. Your cock paints her inner walls white, until she's almost overflowing. But with her hips raised like this, gravity helps you with keeping her full. Even after you pull out, she keeps her legs up, smirking at you.
"Not wasting any."
Mina
Mina prefers something slow, just like Sana. You sit cross-legged, her in your lap facing you, legs wrapped around your waist. It's intimate, eye-contact heavy when she wants to be bred softly but deeply.
She sinks down slowly, arms around your neck.
"Breed me… please."
You rock together, grinding deep, her forehead against yours. Her breaths hitch with each roll. Your entire cock is inside her snug pussy, barely moving. Just enough for both of you to feel a new level of pleasure.
"Inside… all of it."
You thrust up gently, hands on her ass guiding her.
She trembles in your lap, clenching to draw out your cum as she feels your cock pulsating inside her. You spill thick ropes of cum into her tight pussy, filling her completely, until tiny streaks of your semen start to leak out around your cock.
She stays seated, kissing you tenderly.
"It feels so warm…"
Dahyun
Dahyun moans as she continues to ride you in reverse. Her back is facing you. Her ass bounces as she rides your cock. She loves the control she has over you and the feeling of you enjoying the view.
She grinds eagerly, hands on your thighs.
"Cum in me...breed me good."
You grip her hips, thrusting up hard. Her moans turn needy, but the sound of her ass hitting your lap drowns them out.
"Deeper… fill me up."
She grinds down, circling her hips to feel you throb. Your hands wander to her ass, squeezing her cheeks. Dahyun's walls pulse around your shaft, and you can't hold it in a second longer. You let yourself spill your cum into her pussy. She doesn't stop moving, coaxing every single drop out of your body, until someone knocks on the door of her bedroom.
"Be there in a minute."
She calls out, before turning her head to look over her shoulder at you.
"What are you gonna do these next couple of hours, knowing your cum is filling my pussy while I'm at dinner with the girls?"
Chaeyoung
Chaeyoung loves to get carried around while you fuck her. Probably because of your size difference. She's so small in your arms, you can just pin her against a wall and breed her pussy. Her legs are locked around your waist, you holding her up for raw, urgent breeding. You thrust up hard into her, her back against the cool surface of the wall of Twice's dance practice room.
"Breed me rough."
She pants, nails in your shoulders. You are able to let go with one hand and move it up her body. Chaeyeong's eyes are wide open. The fact that you can carry her with one arm has her pussy dripping wet. Your free hand now slowly wraps itself around her throat. Each slam of your cock into her pussy makes her gasp.
"Cum inside your little fleshlight."
She whimpers, her entire body begging you to use her as a cum dump. You pound into her relentlessly, her body bouncing.
You unload deep insider her small body, groaning into her ear. She clings around you, her legs locked as she's helplessly pinned between you and the wall, unable to do much but take your load.
"Don't drop me."
She sighs and you're unsure if she's afraid you'll let her fall, or if she just wants to keep your cum locked inside her.
Tzuyu
Tzuyu loves how big your cock feels when she is lying on her back, both her legs over one of your shoulders. Her pussy squeezes you just a little tighter like that. And it enables you to use only one hand to hold her legs together, while the other reaches down to admire her smooth thighs, or play with her tits.
Right now, you even take it a step further by making her cross her legs in the air as you slide in slow. She bites her lip, eyes softly looking up at you with pure love.
"Breed me… please."
You thrust deeper, as a steady rhythm starts to build. Her hands clutch your arm.
"I'm already so full. I need it. Please..."
You angle for her g-spot, making her arch odff the mattress.
Tzuyu orgasms silently, trembling, milking your cock. Unable to hold back, you spill your cum deep inside her pussy. You stay buried there, both of you holding eye contact as Tzuyu feels your cum filling her womb.
Irene had this way of wrapping herself around my life like vines on an old wall, creeping in until every crack was filled. She was 35, a decade and change ahead of me, with that kind of beauty that didn't shout but whispered threats—long black hair that she'd brush against my arm on purpose, fox-sharp eyes that locked on like they were claiming territory, and lips that curved just enough to look sweet until you caught the edge in her smile. Her body was all subtle invitation: small, firm breasts that pressed against whatever she wore, nipples that showed through thin fabrics like they had a mind of their own; a waist you could span with your hands, dipping into hips that swayed when she walked toward me, always toward me; and between her legs, a neat trim of dark hair above lips that stayed plump and ready, her scent this mix of clean linen and something warmer, earthier, that hit you when she got close.
We met at a coffee shop near my uni—her spilling her latte on my notes, apologizing with that laugh that sounded like wind chimes but felt like chains. By the end of the week, she had my number, my schedule, my every free hour. At first, it was flattering—the texts every hour, the surprise lunches she'd pack and deliver, her showing up at my door with takeout at midnight because "I couldn't sleep without knowing you're fed." But it thickened fast, like honey turning to tar. If I took more than ten minutes to reply, the messages would flood: "Where are you?" "Who are you with?" Then the threats: "If you don't answer, I'll cut my wrists again—remember last time?" She'd done it once, shallow lines that scarred faint on her arms, blaming me for "ignoring her love." And the jealousy—god, the jealousy. That girl from my study group who smiled too long? Found her tires slashed the next day. The barista who flirted mildly? Irene "accidentally" spilled hot coffee on her hand. "No one touches what's mine," she'd say later, curling into my lap like a cat, her fingers tracing my chest while her eyes dared me to object.
One night, I crashed early after a long lecture, phone on silent. Woke to pounding on the door at 2 a.m.—her, in a thin slip that clung to her like second skin, eyes wild and red-rimmed. "You didn't say goodnight," she accused, pushing inside before I could speak, her body pressing against mine, hands roaming like she owned every inch. "I thought you were with someone else. I drove around your campus looking." She smelled like rain and desperation, her small breasts heaving against my chest, nipples hard points through the fabric. I tried to calm her, but she dropped to her knees right there in the entryway, yanking down my boxers. "I'll make you remember me," she murmured, reaching into her bag for a pack of cookies—those crumbly chocolate chip ones she loved.
She crammed two into her mouth, chewing fast, letting the dry crumbs fill her cheeks until her lips were parched and rough. Then she took me in—her mouth a gritty, abrasive heaven, the crumbs rubbing raw against my sensitive head like sandpaper wrapped in velvet. It hurt in the best way, every suck pulling a groan from me as bits scratched and tumbled, her tongue swirling the mess around my shaft. "Feel that?" she mumbled around me, crumbs spilling onto my thighs. "All dry and rough for you... like fucking a rock pussy, just how you like." I didn't—like it? It was overwhelming, the texture scraping my nerves raw, but she knew it kept me hard, kept me coming back. She swallowed me deeper, gagging herself on purpose, tears streaking her makeup as she bobbed, the crumbs grinding finer with her saliva until it was a paste coating me. I came down her throat—hot spurts she gulped greedily, not wasting a drop, her eyes locked on mine the whole time, possessive and unblinking.
After, she dragged me to the couch, stripping off her slip to reveal that body—slender and taut, small breasts with dark areolas that puckered when exposed, her skin warm and smooth under my hands, carrying that faint floral lotion she'd rub on obsessively "so you'll always smell me on you." She climbed on top, guiding me into her—tight, slick heat that clenched like a fist, her trimmed lips stretching around me. But she wasn't done with the games. From her bag, she pulled a small container—leftover sushi from dinner, cold and sticky. "Open wide," she cooed, dipping a piece between her folds, pushing it inside with two fingers until it nestled against her walls. Then she lowered herself onto my face, her weight pinning me, pussy lips parting over my mouth. "Eat from me... like a good boy."
The sushi tumbled out—salty rice and fish mixed with her tangy juices, warm from her body—as she ground down, smearing it across my lips and chin. I had no choice but to chew, swallow, the flavors gross and intimate, her scent overwhelming—musky sweetness that filled my nose while she rocked, clit bumping my tongue. "Taste good? Better than any restaurant... all flavored with me." She came like that—shuddering, squirting a hot gush that mixed with the remnants, forcing me to drink it down.
Another time, it was noodles—slippery ramen she'd cooked earlier, stuffing strands into her pussy while sitting on the kitchen counter, legs spread wide. "Use the chopsticks," she'd order, her voice cloying and insistent, eyes gleaming as I fished them out—wet, coated in her slick, the broth now tangy with her essence. I'd eat while she watched, fingers playing with her small nipples, pinching them red. "See? I'm feeding you... like a wife should." If I hesitated, she'd grab my phone, scroll through texts: "Who's this bitch messaging you? I'll find her, you know. Hurt her bad." Her clinginess was a cage—texts every minute if I was out, showing up at my work unannounced, sleeping outside my door if I "forgot" to invite her in.
It all blurred into this suffocating rhythm—her love like a weight pressing down, her kinks twisting the knife. I'd cum hard, then lie there staring at the ceiling, her body draped over mine like a blanket too heavy, her whispers in my ear: "You're mine forever... or no one else's." The cloying stuck—her scent on my sheets long after she left, her threats echoing in every silence. She was everything, everywhere, and I couldn't breathe without her (this is a threat).
Life went on but nothing changed.
Irene's grip on my life tightened like a noose disguised as silk ribbon, every day pulling a little closer until I could feel her pulse in sync with mine. She'd show up at my doorstep at dawn some mornings, coffee in hand and that fox-like gaze fixed on me, her mid-30s body wrapped in a trench coat that hid nothing but lace underneath. "I couldn't start the day without seeing you," she'd say, slipping inside before I could blink, her hands already roaming—fingers tracing my collarbone, lips brushing my ear with whispers of ownership. It was suffocating, the way she'd text every half-hour if I was in class: "Who sat next to you today?" or "Reply now, or I'll drive over and check myself." Once, when I dozed off mid-conversation, she pounded on my window at 3 a.m., tears streaming, knife in hand—not to hurt me, she claimed, but to carve her initials into her own arm if I "abandoned" her again. "You're mine," she'd sob, clinging to my shirt until the fabric tore. "No one else gets to have you."
Her kinks wove into the madness like threads in a tangled web, always pushing boundaries in ways that left me reeling. One evening, after I'd mentioned a long day ahead at uni, she cornered me in my bedroom, her slender frame pressing me against the wall. She smelled like fresh rain and that underlying warmth of her skin—clean, almost floral, but with an edge of something primal when she got close. "I want to be with you all day," she murmured, her full lips curving into that possessive smile. She slipped off her panties right there—black lace, still warm from her body, carrying the faint musk of her arousal—and knelt to tug down my boxers. My cock sprang free, and she worked the panties over my feet, up my legs, until the fabric cupped me snugly, her scent wrapping around my shaft like an invisible hand. "There," she said, adjusting so the lace rubbed against my sensitive head with every shift. "Now I'm hugging your cock even when I'm not here. Feel me all day, baby." I protested—it was ridiculous, uncomfortable—but she pouted, eyes filling with that crazy glint. "Wear them, or I'll show up at your lecture and sit on your lap in front of everyone." I wore them to class, the lace chafing my skin, her aroma teasing me through every boring slide, a constant reminder of her claim.
She marked me in other ways, too—subtle at first, then blatant. A hair tie around my wrist, twisted tight like a bracelet she'd "forget" to take back, her long strands still caught in the elastic. "So you remember whose hair you love running your fingers through," she'd say, nuzzling my neck. Or her claw clip pinned to my jacket lapel, the teeth digging in like little bites. "It's me holding onto you," she'd explain, clipping it on while her other hand slipped under my shirt to trace my abs. And the love bites—god, the bites. She'd suck bruises onto my neck and arms in the heat of moments, dark purple blooms that peeked from collars and sleeves. "Mine," she'd whisper between nips, her teeth grazing just hard enough to sting, her breath hot against my skin. Once, in bed, she lay back naked—her body a slim, elegant stretch across the sheets, small breasts rising with each breath, nipples dark points against her pale chest, her legs spread wide to show the neat trim above her pink slit, already slick and parted. She reached for the nightstand, grabbed a thermometer, and slid it inside herself slowly, her walls clenching around the glass as she moaned. "Feel how warm I am for you," she said, pulling it out after a minute, the tip glistening with her juices, and pressing it to my lips. "Taste—I'm burning up waiting." We fucked right after—her on top, riding me with that overwhelming intensity, her scent enveloping me like a cloud, musky and sweet, her small tits bouncing as she ground down, demanding I fill her.
The pestering about marriage started subtle—a ring catalog left open on my desk, her fingers tracing mine while murmuring about "forever." But it snowballed. Every day: "When you finish uni, we'll get married, right? You'll propose on one knee, make it romantic." If I dodged, her eyes would darken, that crazy edge surfacing. "You have to— or I'll swallow all my pills tonight." It was cloying, her vision of our future suffocating: "You'll stay home—no job, no distractions. I'll work, provide everything. You can read, watch TV, whatever, but no porn, no talking to other women. I'll lock the doors if I have to, keep you safe with me." She'd curl into me after sex, her naked body draped over mine—slender limbs tangled, her small breasts pressed flat against my side, her pussy still leaking my cum onto my thigh—and paint the picture in whispers. "We'll have kids—lots of them. You'll be the perfect househusband, changing diapers, cooking while I earn. That way, you're always mine."
I teased her once, mid-thrust as she rode me reverse—her ass cheeks spreading with each bounce, her trimmed lips gripping my cock like they never wanted to let go. "What if you're too busy with the kids to watch me?" She paused, turned her head with that possessive glare, then slammed down harder, her warmth enveloping me completely. "I'll train them," she said breathlessly. "Our babies will be mini-mes and mini-yous—watching you every second. If you get up from the sofa, they'll ask, 'Where's Daddy going?' They'll report back to me, keep you in line. Imagine—a house full of little spies, all loving you but loyal to Mommy." It was overwhelming, her words wrapping around me tighter than her pussy, the idea gross in its intensity—kids as extensions of her control, her body grinding down as if to seal the deal with another orgasm, her scent cloying and inescapable.
Even her kinks fed the madness. She'd bake cookies just for blowjobs—cramming her mouth full until it was dry and crumbly, then sucking me off in that abrasive bliss, the roughness scraping my head while she hummed possessively. "Feel the crumbs? That's me marking you inside and out." Or the food play: sushi nights where she'd straddle my face naked, her shaved-smooth mound hovering, lips parting to reveal the roll tucked inside—cold rice and fish warmed by her heat, tasting of soy and her tangy slick as she pushed it out with a clench, feeding me directly. "Open wide—eat from your future wife." Noodles were worse—slippery strands stuffed in her pussy, dangling like obscene decorations, her laughing as I used chopsticks to pull them free, the broth now flavored with her essence, warm and musky on my tongue. "See? I'm nourishing you—body and soul."
I lived in her web—her love a heavy blanket that smothered, her kinks the threads that bound me. Every day ended with her curled against me, whispering about our locked-in future, her body soft and insistent, until sleep came laced with dread of what she'd demand next.
I’m sure most of you guys have seen Jeongyeon all over the internet lately from their recent performance on Jimmy Fallon. Yes! I had to come back from the dead and write again because of that!
~~~ Her Lucky Once!
Outside the thin door of Jeongyeon’s room, the dorm buzzed with the familiar, exhausted chaos of homecoming. Nayeon’s loud laugh peeled down the hallway, followed by Jihyo’s softer, scolding tone. The clatter of takeout containers, the thump of a dropped dance bag, the easy rhythm of a family of nine settling in after a long day.
She pulled her phone from the pocket of her loose pajama pants. Her thumb hovered over the name Y/n. A whole week. A week of hotel rooms, schedules that synched only for performances, and beds that felt too big and too cold. A week of smiling until her cheeks ached while her body thrummed with a different, more stubborn ache.
She missed him like a physical sickness. Missed the weight of him, the solid reality of him in her arms when the world felt like smoke. Missed the way his hands, always so surprisingly gentle for their size, would map her spine as if memorizing her. Missed his voice, low and sure in her ear, telling her she was beautiful when the internet whispers or her own tired eyes in a mirror like this one across the room, tried to convince her otherwise. She missed the reckless, sweaty, forgetting-everything-else collision of them together. The need was a sharp, clawing thing under her skin.
Taking a shaky breath, she typed.
“Hey. You awake?”
The three dots appeared almost instantly. Her heart clenched.
“Always for you. How was the performance?”
“Loud,” she sent back. “I’m back at the dorm. Everyone’s eating.”
A pause. The three dots pulsed. She could feel the question hanging in the digital space between them.
“I have a plan,” she typed, her fingers moving fast now. “The side door by the garbage bins. The code is 0910. Wait ten minutes, then come up. My room is the last on the left down the hall from the kitchen. Just… walk fast. And quietly.”
The silence from his end stretched. It felt like an hour.
“Are you sure? Seems risky.” He finally replied.
“It is,” she answered truthfully. “But I don’t care. I need to see you.”
“Okay fine. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
Jeongyeon shoved the phone back into her pocket before heading to the bathroom. She splashed cold water on her face, washing away the last traces of her stage persona. In her tight white tank top and the soft, gray pajama pants that Tzuyu always said made her look cozy, she was just Yoo Jeongyeon again. Tired. Needy. Herself.
She opened the bathroom door. The hallway air was warmer, rich with the smell of fried chicken and spicy noodles. Chaos reigned in the common area. Momo and Sana were on the floor, dissecting a drumstick with surgical precision. Mina was curled in an armchair with a book, a plate balanced on her knee. Chaeyoung was sketching on a napkin, nodding along to something Jihyo was saying. Nayeon, spotting her, waved a wing in her direction.
“Jeongyeonie! Come eat before Momo finishes it all!”
“In a minute,” Jeongyeon said, forcing a smile. “Gonna change.”
She moved down the hall, her bare feet silent on the cool floor. Every sense felt heightened. The murmur of her members’ voices was a blanket of safety and a web of potential witnesses. She counted the seconds in her head.
At the doorway to her shared room, she paused. Dahyun was still in the bathroom down the hall. The coast was clear. She slipped inside, leaving the door open a precise, calculating crack.
Nine minutes.
She stood in the dim room, her arms wrapped around herself. The nervous energy was electric, buzzing in her teeth. She heard a burst of laughter from the kitchen—Tzuyu, probably. She checked her phone. Thirty seconds.
Then, a soft, almost imperceptible creak from the hallway. Not the usual dorm sound. Her breath hitched. She peered through the crack.
He moved like a shadow, a tall, familiar silhouette against the dim emergency lighting. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t look left or right. He just walked, with a quiet confidence that made her throat tighten, straight toward her door. He slipped through the gap, and she pushed it shut behind him, the soft click of the latch sounding like a thunderclap in the silence.
For a second, they just stood there in the dark room. The only light seeped under the door from the hall. She could see the outline of his shoulders, the cut of his jaw.
“Hey,” he breathed.
That one word broke the dam. She was on him in two steps, her hands coming up to frame his face, pulling him down into a kiss that was all desperation and relief. It was messy, hungry, a week of loneliness poured into the meeting of lips and tongue. He tasted like mint and the cold night air from outside. His arms came around her, big and solid, lifting her slightly so her toes barely brushed the floor, crushing her against the hard wall of his chest. It was safety. It was home.
When they finally broke apart, gasping, he didn’t let her go. He kept her close, his forehead resting against hers. His hands smoothed down her back, over the thin cotton of her tank top.
“You look,” he whispered, his voice rough, “so fucking sexy.”
She let out a shaky, disbelieving laugh. “I’m in pajamas.”
“I know.” One hand slid lower, cupping the curve of her backside through the soft gray fabric. He kissed her again, softer this time. “You have no idea. All day, all I could think about was you. Just you. Like this. You’re perfect.”
The insecurity that often gnawed at her, the words of the so called fans of being too big, dissolved under his touch and his words. He said it like it was a simple fact, like saying the sky was blue. She believed him.
From down the hall, Nayeon’s voice carried, loud and clear. “Jeongyeon-ah! The chicken is getting cold!”
They froze, locked together. His eyes, now adjusted to the dark, found hers. A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face. The risk, the sheer insanity of it, ignited something hot in her gut. The needy ache transformed into a sharp, specific demand.
She put a finger to his lips. “You have to be very, very quiet,” she murmured, her own voice a low promise.
The moment the words left her lips, his hands moved. One slid from her back, firm and sure, while the other stayed planted on her hip. In one smooth motion, he turned her around and pulled her back hard against him. The shock of it, the sudden shift in control, stole her breath.
His arms wrapped around her, pinning her arms to her sides for a second before his hands slid up, over the soft cotton of her tank top. His palms warm and possessive through the fabric. He squeezed, not gently, and a jolt of pure, bright pleasure shot through her. She arched back against him, her head falling against his shoulder.
His lips brushed the shell of her ear, his voice a rough, playful whisper. “Me? You’re the one who’s gonna need to be quiet.”
Jeongyeon bit her lip, hard, to trap the gasp that wanted to escape. She could feel him, the hard length of him pressed against her lower back, and it sent a dizzying wave of heat through her. His thumbs circled over her through the fabric, a maddening, teasing pressure. The fluorescent light from under the door cut a stark line across their feet, a reminder of the world just outside.
“They’ll hear,” she breathed, the protest weak even to her own ears. She pushed her hips back against him, a contradiction in motion.
“Then don’t make a sound.” His voice was a low vibration against her spine. One hand slipped under the hem of her tank top, his fingers splaying across the bare skin of her stomach. It was cool against her feverish heat. He was tracing around, the curve of her waist, with a reverence that made her chest ache.
“See? Perfect.” His other hand moved, pushing the fabric aside, finding her bare breast. His palm was rough against her sensitive skin, his thumb swiping over her nipple. She shuddered, her own hands flying back to clutch at his thighs, needing an anchor.
From down the hall, the distinct sound of Jihyo’s voice cut through. “Has anyone seen my phone charger?”
They froze. Jeongyeon’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat she was sure was audible in the sudden, thick silence of the room. His hand stilled on her breast. His breathing, hot against her neck, was the only thing she could hear besides the blood rushing in her own ears.
The footsteps passed their door. Didn’t pause. Faded toward the kitchen.
The air left her lungs in a shaky, silent exhale. The danger of it, the razor’s edge they were on, twisted the desire into something sharper, more urgent.
He didn’t move his hand. Instead, he leaned in closer, his nose buried in the hair at her temple. “I missed you,” he said, the teasing edge gone, replaced by a raw honesty that unraveled her completely. “Every damn day. Seeing you up there, shining… it killed me. I want to be the only one who sees you like this.”
She turned her head, finding his lips in the dark. This kiss was different—softer, deeper, a slow claiming. It was full of everything they couldn’t say out loud. The fear, the loneliness of the week apart, the secret they had to keep. When they parted, her lips felt swollen, sensitive.
“Talk to me,” he murmured against her mouth, his hand gently kneading her flesh. “Tell me what you need.” It wasn’t just a physical question. It was the one he always asked, the one that let her steer, that gave her back the control she had to relinquish everywhere else.
She leaned her full weight against him, letting his strength hold her up. The confession was a whisper into the dark. “I felt… big. On stage today. In the wrong way. The outfits…”
His hand left her breast, but only to slide around and cup her jaw, tilting her face toward his. Even in the near-darkness, she could see the intensity in his eyes. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You’re amazing. You’re powerful.” He kissed her again, slow and deliberate. “It’s… you. And I’m the luckiest guy alive that I get to touch you.”
He turned her again, slowly this time, to face him. “My Jeongyeon,” he said, as if it explained everything. And to her, in that silent, stolen room, it did.
And to her, in that silent, stolen room, it did.
She smiled then, a real one that felt unfamiliar on her face after a week of performing. “My Y/n,” she whispered, the words a secret just for them. She leaned up and kissed him, a slow, deep seal of the truth in his statement. Her hands, which had been clutching his shirt, slid beneath the fabric. Her palms found the warm, hard planes of his stomach, tracing the lines of muscle that tightened under her touch.
She let her fingers wander lower, over the waistband of his jeans, the buckle cold against her skin. She felt him stir against her, the proof of his want as tangible as her own. Her hand found the rigid length of him through the denim, and she pressed her palm there, claiming the effect she had. A sharp, hissed breath escaped his lips, and his forehead dropped to her shoulder.
“Jeongyeon,” he groaned, his voice strained.
From the hallway, a door slammed. Sana’s cheerful, carried voice called out, “Mina! Did you take my slippers?”
They were statues again, pressed together in the dark. Jeongyeon’s hand stilled. His heartbeat thudded against her chest, a wild counter-rhythm to her own. The mundane question from the other side of the door was a jarring, terrifying reminder of the line they were toeing.
He lifted his head. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. The playful danger had crystallized into something sharper, more urgent. The risk was no longer just theoretical; it was Sana’s voice, ten feet away.
“We can’t,” he breathed, but it sounded like a question. “But I really want this.”
Jeongyeon didn’t move her hand. She held his gaze, the electricity between them crackling in the charged silence. She saw the conflict in his face—the desire, the protectiveness, the very real fear of what would happen if they were discovered. For her.
“They can’t know,” she whispered back, her thumb moving in a slow, deliberate circle over the fabric. “But I need you to remind me who I am.”
That was all it took. The last thread of his resistance snapped.
The last thread of his resistance snapped. A low, resigned laugh escaped him, lost in the space between their lips. “You’ll be the death of me,” he murmured, but his hands were already moving, one tangling in her hair to pull her into another kiss, the other fumbling with the waistband of her pajama pants.
She met his kiss with equal fervor, her own hands busy at his belt. They moved in a frantic, silent ballet, a shared mission of quiet urgency. When her teeth caught his lower lip, a gentle, tugging bite, he let out a sound that was half groan, half chuckle. He nipped back at her jawline in playful retaliation, his hands sliding the loose cotton pants over the curve of her hips, letting them pool silently at her feet.
She stepped out of them, kicking them aside into the shadows. The cool air of the room kissed her skin, but his gaze was hotter. He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes dark and intent, drinking her in as she stood there in just her thin tank top. He loved this part, the slow reveal. He loved seeing her, all of her.
His hands came up, fingertips tracing the line of her jaw, her throat, before slipping under the straps of her top. He pushed it slowly down her shoulders, his thumbs brushing over her collarbones. The fabric caught for a moment on the swell of her breasts before he eased it down further, exposing her to the dim light.
He just stared. From the proud, defiant set of her face, down to the full curves of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the dark triangle between her legs, and finally to the strong, powerful lines of her thighs. His breath hitched.
“God, Jeongyeon,” he whispered, the words full of awe. His palm cupped one breast, his thumb circling her nipple, and he watched, mesmerized, as it tightened under his touch. His other hand slid down, over the plane of her stomach, through the dark, soft hair, his fingers tracing her, making her shiver. He palmed the curve of her backside, squeezing the firm muscle there, and before he could stop himself, his hand came down in a light, teasing slap.
The sound was sharper than expected in the quiet room—a crisp, intimate pop.
Jeongyeon jumped, a shocked, breathless laugh bursting from her. Her hand flew to his shoulder, giving him a half-hearted slap in return. “Yah!” she hissed, but her eyes were sparkling with mischief, not anger.
“Couldn’t help it,” he grinned, unrepentant, leaning in to kiss her shoulder. “It’s just… right there. And so perfect.”
“You’re impossible,” she whispered, but her fingers were already on the hem of his shirt, tugging it up over his head. He helped her, pulling it off and tossing it onto the growing pile of clothes. Her hands spread over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under her palms.
“My turn,” she breathed, her own gaze appreciative. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the center of his chest before her lips trailed lower, over his abdomen. Her fingers worked at the button of his jeans, then the zipper, which slid down with a hushed, metallic sigh.
She pushed his jeans and boxers down in one motion, freeing him. Her hand wrapped around his length, giving him a slow, deliberate stroke. She looked up at him from under her lashes, a playful challenge in her eyes. “I’m not the only one who’s perfect,” she teased, her voice a low, intimate murmur.
He shuddered, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders. “You’re a menace,” he managed to say, his voice tight.
From the hallway, the muffled sound of a closing refrigerator door echoed. They both froze, her hand stilling on him. Their eyes locked, wide with a fresh shot of adrenaline. The mundane sound was a bucket of ice water, a stark reminder of the thin door separating their world from the other.
The moment stretched, tense and silent. Then, a burst of distant laughter from the common area broke the spell. The danger, instead of extinguishing the fire, poured gasoline on it. The risk made the need more acute, the hiding more desperate.
Jeongyeon didn’t let go. Instead, she rose to her feet, pulling him with her toward the bed. They were both naked now, skin to skin in the dark. He followed, letting her guide him down onto the narrow mattress that smelled of her perfume. He loomed over her, bracing himself on his elbows, his body a welcome cage blocking out the rest of the world.
“Quiet,” he reminded her again, his voice a raw scrape against the quiet, just before he lowered his mouth to hers.
The kiss was a furnace. It burned away the last of her hesitation, the ever-present fear of a creaking floorboard or a sudden knock. Here, in the dark, with his skin against hers, there was only the two of them and the urgent, physical truth of their connection.
She poured every ounce of her frustration from the week, every insecure whisper she’d silenced on stage, into the way her mouth moved against his. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, as if she could fuse them together.
When he finally broke the kiss to trail his lips down her neck, she took the opportunity to push against his shoulders, reversing their positions. He let her, a soft grunt of surprise leaving his lips as his back met the mattress.
She knelt over him, the dim light from under the door painting his body in shades of gray and blue. The contrast of his toned stomach, the dark trail of hair leading down, against the pale sheets was a sight that never failed to stir something primal in her.
She leaned down, silencing any question he might have had with another kiss. Then she began to move lower. Her lips brushed the hollow of his throat, the firm line of his collarbone. She took her time, tasting the salt on his skin, feeling the rapid flutter of his pulse under her mouth. She kissed a slow, deliberate path down his sternum, over the defined planes of his abdomen. He was watching her, she could feel the heat of his gaze, his breathing already growing uneven.
Her journey downwards paused. She at his pelvis, inhaling the clean, intimate scent of him. She looked up, meeting his eyes in the near-darkness. A slow, wicked smile spread across her lips.
She lowered her head again, her mouth hovering just above the hard, hot length of him. She could feel the warmth radiating from his skin. With a deliberate, practiced motion, she gathered a bit of saliva in her mouth and let it fall onto the head of his cock in a single, wet droplet. He jerked beneath her, a sharp intake of breath hissing through his teeth.
He loved when she did that. The casual, almost crude ownership of the act drove him wild. It wasn't polished or performative; it was raw and real and utterly them.
Jeongyeon winked at him, a flash of white in the dark, before lowering her mouth onto him.
She gave him no chance to adjust, no slow build. She took him deep, her lips stretching wide, until she felt him hit the back of her throat. A muffled groan, strained and choked, rumbled from his chest. Her head began to bob, setting a relentless, wet rhythm.
She used her tongue lavishly, swirling it around the sensitive head on every upstroke, her spit making the glide obscenely slick and noisy in the silent room. The sloppy, hot sounds were a testament to her hunger for him, a sonic rebellion against the need for silence.
Her hand, which had been braced on his thigh, slid underneath him. Her fingers curled, fondling the tight, heavy sac beneath. She rolled his balls gently in her palm, applying just the right amount of pressure she knew he loved. He loved when his balls had some attention as well. A full-body shudder wracked him, his hips giving an involuntary little jerk.
“Fuck, Jeongyeon,” he gasped, the words strangled. His hands flew to her head, not to guide her, but to fist in her hair, holding on as if he were adrift in a storm. His thighs tensed under her, every muscle in his body coiled tight. “So good… you have no idea…”
She quickened her pace, her other hand joining to work the base of him in time with her mouth. She was lost in it, in the taste of him, the guttural sounds she was pulling from his throat, the complete power she held in that moment. Here, she wasn’t an idol. She was a woman who knew exactly how to wreck the man she loved.
With a final, deep suck that made his hips lift off the mattress, Jeongyeon pulled her mouth away with a wet pop. Her lips were slick and swollen, her breathing ragged. But her eyes, even in the dark, held a devilish glint he knew all too well.
Before he could protest the loss of heat, before he could even form a thought, she was moving. Looking down at him with that playful, commanding smirk. Then, her hands came up, cupping the full, heavy weight of her own breasts. She pushed them together, creating a deep, inviting valley of soft, warm flesh.
His brain short-circuited. “What are you—” he started, his voice a rasp.
She didn’t answer with words. Leaning forward, she guided him, his aching, slick cock, into her hot, soft tits. The sensation was utterly new, a breathtaking contrast to the tight, wet heat of her mouth. This was all yielding softness, a dizzying, luxurious friction. She squeezed, enveloping him completely in the smooth, perfect warmth of her skin.
“Holy shit,” he gasped, the exclamation ripped from him. He’d never seen anything so blatantly, powerfully erotic. The visual alone—her focused expression, the way her breasts swallowed him, the faint glisten of her saliva and his own pre-cum making everything shine in the sliver of light—was enough to undo him. But the feel of it… God, the feel.
She began to move, a slow, rolling undulation of her shoulders and upper body, sliding her breasts up and down his length. A low, guttural groan tore from his chest, long and ragged.
“Jeongyeon… fuck… they feel… perfect.” His hands, which had been gripping the sheets, flew to her, one tangling in her hair, the other splaying over her back, urging her on. “So fucking perfect.”
The sounds were different now—softer, wetter, intimate slaps of skin on skin that seemed deafening in their little world. They were both panting, lost in the illicit thrill of it.
A door squeaked open somewhere down the hall. Footsteps passed their door, paused for a heart-stopping second, then continued.
They froze, her movement stopping, his breath catching. Their eyes locked in the dark, wide and wary.
The footsteps receded.
A slow, reckless smile spread across Jeongyeon’s face. The fear was still there, a cold thread in her gut, but it was drowned out by a hotter, more potent tide. The need, the validation of his awe, the sheer rightness of his skin against hers. She leaned down, her breasts still holding him captive, and kissed his tip.
“I don’t care,” she whispered against his the tip of his cock, the words a vow.
“I don’t either,” he breathed back, and he meant it.
Emboldened, she resumed her pace, faster now, more urgent. He was groaning constantly, a stream of broken praise and profanity. “You’re incredible… look at you… I can’t last… please…”
He was close. She could feel it in the tensing of his body, the way his cock twitched between her breasts. With a final, desperate surge, she squeezed tighter, rocking harder, watching his face contort in pleasure.
His release was sudden, a hot stripe painting her skin, her cleavage. He bit down on his own fist to stifle the shout, his whole body bowing off the bed, tremors wracking him. She kept moving, gentler now, milking him through it until he collapsed back onto the mattress, boneless and spent.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing and the muffled soundtrack of the dorm living its life. The reality of what they’d just done, the risk they’d embraced, settled over them like a blanket.
Gently, she released him, leaning back. She looked down at the mess glistening on her chest, then back at his dazed, blissful face. A soft, almost disbelieving laugh escaped her.
A soft, almost disbelieving laugh escaped her.
She looked down at the mess glistening on her skin, the physical proof of his release, and felt a possessive thrill. Her finger traced through it, collecting a pearl-white streak, and she brought it to her lips without breaking eye contact. She tasted him, a familiar salt-bitter warmth that was intimately his, and a genuine smile softened her features.
“I missed the taste of you,” she said, her voice husky and low.
He watched, propped on his elbows, his chest still heaving. A slow, awed smile spread across his face as she meticulously licked her finger clean, then leaned down to run her tongue over her own skin, cleaning every last drop from her chest. The sight was so visceral, so raw, that it stirred something deep in him all over again.
“You’re insane,” he whispered, his voice full of affection.
“Only for you,” she murmured, crawling up his body to kiss him, letting him taste himself on her tongue. She pulled back just an inch, her nose brushing his. “But you’d better have more for me. That was just the welcome party.” Her hand slid down between them, fingers lightly tracing the sensitive skin at the base of his softening cock. “My pussy’s been lonely.”
He groaned, his head falling back against the pillow. “You just sucked me dry and fucked me with your tits. You might have to wait a minute, you greedy woman.”
She nipped at his jaw. “I didn’t hear a no.”
“That’s because there isn’t one,” he said, his hands sliding down to grip her hips. “But right now, you’ve left me with nothing to fight back with.” His smile turned wicked. “Which means it’s my turn to do whatever I want.”
Before she could retort, his hands tightened and he flipped her onto the mattress with a smooth, powerful motion. The world spun for a second, and then she was on her stomach. He hooked his hands under her hips, lifting her effortlessly onto her knees, her face pressed into the pillow, her ass in the air.
A shocked gasp was smothered by the fabric. “Y/n—!”
His response was to spread her open with his thumbs and lower his mouth to her in one devouring motion. The first hot, flat stroke of his tongue from her entrance to her clit stole the breath from her lungs. Her fingers clenched in the sheets, a ragged moan tearing from her throat as he began to eat her out with a focused, relentless hunger, his hands gripping the full curves of her ass to hold her steady.
It was too much, too good, after the week of absence and the frantic intimacy they’d just shared. The tension broke in a wave, her back arching, eyes rolling back as a low, continuous whine escaped her. He moaned against her, the vibration pushing her higher, his tongue circling and fucking her with a pace that felt like a claim.
A sharp, firm knock rattled the door.
They froze.
“Unnie?” It was Sana’s voice, bright and concerned. “Are you okay? I thought I heard a weird noise.”
Jeongyeon’s entire body went rigid. His mouth, however, did not stop. He lapped at her slowly, deliberately, as she trembled, fighting to control her breathing.
“I’m—ah—fine!” she called out, forcing her voice into a higher, lighter register. It sounded strangely normal, if a bit breathless. “Just… stubbed my toe! On the… suitcase.”
“Ouch! Okay, well, we saved you some chicken!”
“Thanks!” Jeongyeon squeaked, her body jolting as he deliberately sunk his tongue deep inside her.
The footsteps retreated. The moment the sound faded, she twisted her head, glaring back at him over her shoulder.
“Are you out of your mind?” she scolded in a furious whisper, her face flushed with panic and lingering pleasure.
He lifted his head, his chin glistening. He laughed, a low, unrepentant sound, and brought his hand down in a stinging, possessive slap on her ass.
“I am!” he said, and dove back between her legs before the echo of the slap had even faded.
The second slap was sharper, a bright punctuation mark on her flesh that made her gasp into the pillow. He didn’t let her recover. His tongue was a ruthless, devoted thing, tracing patterns she couldn’t think to decode. It speared into her, then flattened against her clit with a pressure that made her see sparks behind her eyelids.
“You… and your… slapping,” she managed to pant, each word fragmented by the rhythm he set. Her voice was a strained whisper, muffled by the fabric. “You’re so… lucky I like it.”
A low chuckle vibrated against her core. He lifted his head just enough to speak, his breath hot on her wet skin.
“I know I’m lucky,” he murmured. His thumb found her clit, replacing his tongue with a circular, insistent pressure, while his other hand stayed anchored on the curve of her ass, a firm, possessive weight. “Lucky every damn day.”
Then his mouth was on her again, his tongue driving into her with a deep, slow pulse as his thumb worked relentless circles. The dual sensation short-circuited her nerves. The world didn’t just go crazy, it dissolved into a white-hot singularity of feeling. The distant hum of Seoul, the ghost of Sana’s voice, her own stage-name, her insecurities—all of it burned away in the furnace of his mouth.
Her hips stuttered against his face, seeking more, seeking everything. A high, thin sound escaped her, trapped by the pillow. Her fingers tore at the sheets. The coil in her belly wound impossibly tight, a spring compressed to its breaking point.
He felt it, her trembling ascent. His grip on her ass tightened, holding her in place as he feasted. His rhythm became more intense, more focused, a silent command to let go.
It shattered her. The orgasm ripped through her with a violence that stole her breath, her vision whiting out. A raw, guttural cry was half-swallowed by the bed. Her body convulsed, waves of pleasure radiating out from her core, leaving her limbs weak and shaking. He rode it out with her, his movements gentling, prolonging the shocks until she collapsed forward, a boneless heap against the mattress.
He kissed the inside of her thigh, a soft benediction. She felt him move, the mattress shifting, and then his body was curling around hers, pulling her back against his chest. His arms wrapped around her, his skin damp with sweat. They lay there in the silence, breathing in ragged sync.
From the hallway, the distinct, cheerful melody of a TWICE ringtone played—Jihyo’s, probably. It faded as she answered it, her voice moving away down the hall.
The normalcy of it was almost absurd. Jeongyeon stared at the faint light under the door, her heart still hammering against her ribs. His lips found the sweat-damp skin of her shoulder.
“You okay?” he whispered, his voice rough.
She turned in his arms, facing him. In the deep shadows, she could just make out the satisfied curve of his mouth, the dark intensity of his eyes. She traced his lower lip with her finger.
She traced his lower lip with her finger. "I'm more than okay," she murmured. "I'm...perfect." The word felt foreign, but in his arms, after that, it felt true.
He caught her finger gently between his teeth, a playful glint in his eyes. "My perfect, noisy girlfriend," he whispered, the words vibrating against her skin. "I thought you were supposed to be the quiet one."
"Quiet is overrated," she breathed, shifting against him. Her body was still humming, sensitive and alive. She felt him stirring again, pressed against her thigh. A slow, satisfied smile touched her lips. "Someone's recovered fast."
He chuckled, a low, warm sound in the dark. "You have a very motivating effect." His hand slid down her side, over the dip of her waist, coming to rest on her hip. His thumb stroked the skin there, a simple, possessive touch. "But you're tired. We should probably stop."
He was teasing her. She could hear it in his voice, see it in the way his eyes didn't leave hers. He was giving her an out, a gracious retreat, and they both knew she wouldn't take it.
Jeongyeon’s smile widened. She knew this game. She pushed against his shoulder, rolling him onto his back, and swung a leg over to straddle him again. The lavender scent from her sheets mixed with the spicy, intimate smell of their bodies. "You don't get to decide when we stop," she said, leaning down so her hair curtained their faces. "I decide."
"But your members—"
"Are eating chicken and watching dramas," she finished, silencing him with a quick, biting kiss. "And I'm not done with you."
In one fluid motion, his hands hooked under her knees and he flipped her onto her back. The breath left her lungs in a soft oof. Before she could react, he had her legs up, her calves resting on his shoulders, her body open and utterly vulnerable to him. The position was intimate, exposing, a little demanding. Her heart slammed against her ribs.
He leaned over her, bracing himself on his arms, his face inches from hers. The distant skyline glow painted the sweat on his temple. "You're right," he said, his voice dropping to a serious, gravelly tone that belied the playful set-up. "We shouldn't stop now."
Jeongyeon looked up at him, at the focused intensity in his gaze, and a thrill shot through her. She knew what was coming next. Her body already tightened in anticipation. She reached up, her hand curling behind his neck, pulling him down closer.
"Then stop talking," she whispered, her voice husky and direct. "And give me your big cock."
He didn't need to be told twice. He adjusted his hips, the head of him nudging against her, slick and hot from her earlier release. He pushed in, not with a slow tease, but with a single, deep, claiming stroke that filled her completely.
A sharp, punched-out moan escaped her lips, raw and unfiltered. Her back arched off the mattress, her nails digging into his shoulders. He set a punishing rhythm immediately, each thrust a deep, deliberate piston stroke that jolted her whole body. The force made her breasts bounce, a steady, rhythmic dance in the shadowy light.
"Y/n—ah! God—!" The sounds were ripped from her, uncontrolled, a desperate litany.
He lowered his face, his breath hot against her ear. "Shhh," he teased, though his own voice was strained with effort. "You're gonna bring the whole dorm in here. Everyone will want to know why you're singing a new song."
She gasped, laughter and pleasure mixing into a choked sound. She grabbed his wrist where his hand was planted beside her head. Her grip was tight, insistent. Her eyes found his, blazing in the dark.
"Just fuck me harder," she demanded, the words a strained whisper.
A grin touched his lips. He obeyed. His hips snapped forward with renewed force, a deeper, more urgent pace that drove the air from her lungs. The bedframe gave a soft, rhythmic creak in protest against the wall. Each impact sent a shockwave through her, a blinding, perfect fullness that stretched and burned and soothed all at once.
Her moans became continuous, a low, keening sound she buried against his shoulder. "It feels... so amazing," she panted, the confession ragged and honest. "Your cock... it feels so big inside of me."
He groaned, the sound torn from deep within his chest. His rhythm faltered for a second, overcome by her words, before he drove into her again, even deeper, as if trying to weld them together. The world outside the door, the career, the cameras, the weight of expectation—it all dissolved into the sweat-slicked heat between them, into the raw, physical truth of his body moving inside hers.
The world outside the door, the career, the cameras, the weight of expectation—it all dissolved into the sweat-slicked heat between them, into the raw, physical truth of his body moving inside hers. His thrusts were a perfect, punishing rhythm, a deep piston stroke that connected with something fundamental in her core. She was making sounds she didn’t recognize, high and breathy, her heels digging into the small of his back to pull him even deeper.
“You feel—” he gasped, his forehead slick against hers, “—you feel like heaven, Jeongyeon. Every damn time.”
“Then don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice fractured. Her hands clutched at his back, feeling the muscles flex and roll under his skin. “Don’t you dare stop.”
He drove into her harder, faster, the force of it sliding her up the mattress until her head nearly bumped the headboard. The scent of them, of sex and lavender sheets, filled the air, thick and heady. His control was slipping; she could see it in the clenched set of his jaw, the wildness creeping into his eyes. She loved this part—the moment he came utterly undone because of her.
His rhythm grew frantic, each snap of his hips more urgent than the last. A shudder ran through him, a precursor. He was trying to hold on, to make it last, but she tightened around him deliberately, milking him, and he broke.
“Oh, fuck—Mommy—”
The word hung in the air, sharp and sudden as a slap.
He froze. Deep inside her, his body went utterly still. For a beat, there was only the hum of the air conditioner and the distant, tinny laugh track from a variety show playing in the common area.
Jeongyeon’s eyes, glazed with pleasure, snapped into focus. They widened. A slow, incredulous smile began to stretch across her swollen lips.
Beneath her, Y/n’s face underwent a rapid, horrifying transformation. The pleasure shattered into wide-eyed panic, then flushed into a deep, crimson blush that spread from his chest all the way to the tips of his ears. He tried to pull back, to stammer an exit from the word that had just escaped.
“I—Jeongyeon—I didn’t—that’s not what I—” The sentences were crumbling in his mouth. “I meant—you’re just—fuck, I’m sorry.”
Jeongyeon’s smile transformed into a full, wicked grin. She relaxed her body beneath him, her grip on his back softening from a clutch to a gentle stroke.
“Sorry?” she echoed, her voice a low, playful purr. “What exactly are you sorry for, baby?”
He groaned, dropping his forehead to her shoulder to hide his face. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. Her hips gave a slow, deliberate roll beneath him, reminding him he was still buried inside her. “Don’t tease you about it? But it just slipped out so naturally.” She dragged a fingernail lightly up his spine. “Y/n. Look at me.”
Reluctantly, he lifted his head. His expression was one of pure, flustered agony. “It was a stupid brain glitch.”
“A glitch,” she repeated, nodding slowly, her eyes dancing with amusement. She cupped his burning cheek. “Your brain just shorts out and calls me ‘Mommy’ in the middle of sex. That’s a pretty specific glitch.”
“It’s not a thing,” he insisted, his voice tight with embarrassment. He tried to shift, to withdraw, but she locked her ankles behind his back, holding him in place.
“Isn’t it?” Her tone was light, conversational, even as her internal muscles gave him a slow, possessive squeeze. “You seemed pretty into it a second ago. Before you… malfunctioned.”
He let out a strangled sound, part laugh, part groan. “You’re the worst. I can’t believe you.”
“I can’t believe you,” she shot back, her grin unrepentant. “My big, strong boyfriend. Who wants to call me Mommy.” She said the word deliberately, watching his eyelids flutter. “Admit it. You liked it.”
“No.”
“You did.”
“Jeongyeon, stop.” His protest was weaker now, his hips giving an involuntary, shallow thrust.
“Make me,” she challenged, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. She brought her mouth right to his ear. “Or just tell me the truth. You thought it was hot.”
He was silent for a long moment, his breath coming in ragged pulls. The blush hadn’t faded. He finally nodded, the movement tiny, almost imperceptible against her cheek.
“Yeah,” he breathed, the word a raw scrape of sound. “It was. A little. Shut up.”
Jeongyeon’s laughter was a soft, triumphant puff of air. She slid her hands into his hair, pulling his face back so she could see his eyes. The embarrassment was still there, but underneath it swam a dark, admitted hunger. “My good boy,” she murmured, testing the words.
He shuddered, a full-body tremor that rippled through him and into her. A low moan escaped him.
Encouraged, she leaned up and kissed him, slow and deep. When she pulled back, her expression was all playful command.
“Then stop being shy about it,” she whispered. “And fuck your mommy properly.”
The was it. With a growl that was equal parts surrender and desire, he captured her mouth, his earlier rhythm returning with a new, unleashed fervor. It was deeper, more possessive, each thrust punctuated by his ragged breath against her skin.
“Is this what you want?” he gritted out, his voice thick.
“Yes,” she gasped, arching to meet him. “Just like that. Don’t hold back.”
He didn’t. The creak of the bedframe became a persistent, rhythmic complaint against the wall. He was everywhere, his hands, his mouth, his body claiming her with a focused intensity that left no room for anything else. The earlier tease had melted away, replaced by a consuming, honest heat.
“My good boy,” she moaned again, the title now a provocation and a reward.
He drove into her, his composure shattered, his release building not with gentle waves but with the force of a dam giving way. She clung to him, her own climax coiling tight, triggered by the sheer, unabashed hunger in his movements and the power of the role she’d stepped into. It was a different kind of control, dizzying and sweet.
His rhythm shattered into frantic, shallow thrusts. “Jeongyeon—Mommy—I’m gonna—”
“Do it,” she commanded, her voice breaking. “Come for me.”
He did, with a choked, gasping cry he muffled desperately against her neck, his body convulsing as he emptied himself deep inside her. The intensity of his finish tipped her over the edge a moment later, a sharp, clenching wave that pulled a silent scream from her throat, her body bowing against his.
They collapsed together, a tangled, breathless heap of spent limbs. The only sound was their ragged breathing slowly synching, then slowing. The variety show laugh track blared again from the other room, a bizarre soundtrack to their exhaustion.
After a long while, he shifted his weight off her, pulling her into his side. His fingers traced idle, shaky patterns on her damp shoulder. The blush had faded, leaving a soft, sated expression in its wake.
“You,” he said quietly, “are never going to let me live that down, are you?”
Jeongyeon turned her head, nuzzling into the hollow of his throat. She could feel the steady, slowing beat of his heart under her lips. A smile touched her mouth.
“Not a chance,” she whispered. “My good boy.”
The stillness after was a tangible thing, a warm, heavy blanket of its own. Jeongyeon lay sprawled across Y/n’s chest, listening to the frantic gallop of his heart gradually slow into a steady, comforting rhythm. Her own skin was slick with sweat, cooling now in the dorm’s air-conditioned chill. The scent of sex and lavender was overwhelming, a private signature in the air.
His fingers trailed lazy, mindless patterns from her shoulder blade to the base of her spine.
“My good boy,” she murmured into his skin, the words a sleepy, satisfied taunt.
A low groan vibrated through his chest. “You’re never going to stop, are you?”
“Not as long as it makes you blush like that,” she said, propping her chin on his sternum to look at him. His face was still faintly pink. She grinned. “It’s cute. My big, strong, blushing boy.”
“I regret calling you that,” he muttered, but his arms tightened around her, pulling her closer. He reached down, fumbling beside the bed without looking, and snagged the rumpled duvet.
With a grunt, he hauled it up and over them both, creating a warm, dark cave. The world narrowed to the space under the blanket, to the feeling of his skin against hers, the cotton soft and familiar against her back.
She giggled, snuggling into his side. The teasing was a comfort, a way to metabolize the startling vulnerability of what had just happened. “Don’t regret it. It was hot. And you liked it.” She drew a circle on his chest. “Admit you liked it.”
“I liked the part where you came twice,” he deflected, his voice a sleepy rumble.
“Cheeky.” She pinched his side, making him jump. “That’s because my good boy knows exactly what I—”
The door clicked.
Not a knock. Not a rattle. The distinct, metallic sound of the handle turning, followed by the soft sigh of the door swinging inward on its hinges.
Time didn’t slow down. It snapped.
They jerked apart under the covers as if electrocuted. Jeongyeon’s heart, so calm a second before, launched itself into her throat. In a single, panicked motion, they both scrambled to yank the duvet up to their chins, their fingers tangling in the fabric, gripping it like a lifeline. The blanket tented over their heads, a flimsy shield.
Golden afternoon light from the hall spilled into the dim room, silhouetting the figure in the doorway.
It was Sana.
She stood frozen, one hand still on the doorknob, her head tilted in curious confusion that rapidly morphed into wide-eyed, dawning comprehension. Her gaze swept from the two panic-stricken shapes under the blanket, to the trail of discarded clothes leading from the door to the bed, to the general state of chaotic intimacy that hung in the air.
Jeongyeon’s brain emptied of everything except pure, ice-cold terror. She twisted under the covers, her voice a seething, venomous whisper aimed at Y/n.
“You didn’t lock the door?!”
He recoiled as if slapped, his own whisper frayed with panic. “I thought you locked it! After she knocked earlier!”
“Well i thought you did while we were making out!”
“That was hours ago! You were the last one by the door!”
Their hissed argument lasted only three seconds, a frantic back-and-forth under their cotton fortress. When Jeongyeon whipped her head back towards the doorway, Sana’s expression had settled into something else entirely. The shock was gone, replaced by a slowly spreading, utterly delighted smirk. Her eyes sparkled with mischievous glee.
“Sana-yah,” Jeongyeon breathed, her voice switching to a desperate, placating tone. She tried to smile, but it felt more like a grimace. “It’s not… listen, you can’t—don’t tell anyone, okay? Please. Just… close the door. We can talk later.”
Sana’s smirk widened. She took a single, deliberate step into the room, her eyes scanning the scene once more, cataloging every damning detail. She opened her mouth.
“Sana, I’m serious,” Jeongyeon pleaded, her knuckles white on the blanket. “Not a word.”
For a heartbeat, Sana just looked at them, her face a masterpiece of performative thoughtfulness. She tapped her chin. Then, the mischief won. The smirk exploded into a radiant, uncontainable grin.
“Okay!” Sana chirped, her voice suddenly, horrifyingly loud. “My lips are sealed!”
Then she spun on her heel.
She didn’t close the door.
She sprinted into the hallway, her footsteps a rapid-fire percussion on the wooden floor. Her voice, bright as a trumpet and echoing off the walls, rang out through the entire dorm.
“EVERYONE! COME QUICK! JEONGYEON-UNNIE SNUCK A HOT GUY INTO HER ROOM AND THEY’RE IN BED TOGETHER AND THEY’RE NAKED!”
The shout hung in the air, a tangible, devastating bomb blast.
Under the blanket, Jeongyeon and Y/n stared at each other in utter, paralyzed horror. The distant, cozy sounds of the dorm—the laugh track from the TV, the clatter of plates—died instantly.
Then came the thunder.
A stampede of footsteps, from every direction, converging on the hallway. Dahyun’s high-pitched,
“WHAT?!” Mina’s soft, shocked, “Sana, are you sure?” The rapid, approaching thud of someone running.
From under their thin blanket shield, they saw shadows crowd the now-open doorway.
Jeongyeon closed her eyes, a low, mortified groan escaping her lips. The warm, secret world of five minutes ago was gone, shattered by Sana’s triumphant yell. All that was left was the cold exposure, the gathering storm of eight incredibly curious, unstoppable women just outside, and the frantic, hammering of two hearts trapped in a bed.
The stampede hit the doorway all at once.
First came Dahyun and Tzuyu, their eyes wide as satellite dishes, followed by Mina whose hands flew to her mouth. Chaeyoung shoved her way between them, eyebrows skyrocketing. Nayeon materialized behind them, arms crossed, looking equal parts scandalized and deeply invested. Momo and Jihyo filled the remaining space, their expressions shifting from confusion to slack-jawed comprehension as they took in the rumpled bed, the discarded clothes, and the two human-shaped lumps under the duvet.
A deafening silence descended, thick enough to choke on.
Jeongyeon slowly, painfully, pulled the duvet down just enough to reveal her face. Her hair was a wild mess, her cheeks flushed a deep, mortified crimson. She stared at the semicircle of her members—her family, her coworkers, her judges—and felt the last shred of her privacy evaporate.
She lifted a hand and rubbed her temple, a slow, circular motion of pure, aching defeat.
Beside her, Y/n made a small, trapped sound. He inched the duvet down next, revealing just his eyes and forehead before pulling down more and just covering his lower half. He took in the eight staring women, the unblinking wall of shock and curiosity.
With a visible gulp, he raised a hand from under the covers and offered a tiny, terribly shy, and embarrassed wave.
The spell broke.
Chaeyoung let out a low, appreciative whistle. “Damn, unnie,” she said, her voice flat with genuine surprise. “He is hot.”
A burst of laughter, nervous and incredulous, erupted from the group. Nayeon’s stern facade cracked into a grin. Dahyun started giggling uncontrollably.
Dahyun’s giggling cut through the tension like a knife, sharp and uncontrollable. It sparked a chain reaction, snickers escaping from Tzuyu and Chaeyoung, who immediately clapped her hands over her mouth. The initial shock in the doorway melted into a chaotic blend of disbelief and buzzing curiosity.
Y/n, his face burning a shade of red Jeongyeon had never seen, finally found his voice.
“I—I should really head home,” he stammered, his words tumbling out in a rushed, flustered heap. He made a aborted move to get up, remembered the state of undress, and clutched the duvet tighter to his chest. “It’s getting late, and this is… you all need to talk, and I’m just—”
“Sit down.”
Jihyo’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was a clear, calm command that sliced through the room. She stepped fully inside, her managerial poise locking into place despite the pink tinge on her own cheeks. Her gaze was firm but not unkind, flicking between Jeongyeon’s terrified eyes and Y/n’s panicked ones.
“You’re not going anywhere until we figure this out,” she stated, crossing her arms. “This involves you too. So stay.”
He sank back onto the mattress, the fight draining out of him. Jeongyeon felt his leg brush hers under the covers, a tiny point of contact that felt both grounding and terribly exposed.
Jihyo turned her focus to Jeongyeon, her expression softening by a fraction. “Okay. Explain.”
Jeongyeon let out a long, shuddering sigh that seemed to come from the very bottom of her soul. She closed her eyes for a second, gathering the scattered pieces of her courage. When she opened them, she looked not at Jihyo, but at her hands, clenched in the fabric on her lap.
“His name is Y/n,” she began, her voice surprisingly steady, though quiet. “We’ve been together for almost a year.” She swallowed, glancing at him. “I met him after a fansign. He wasn’t a fan. Just… a person. Who saw me.”
She told them everything, the words coming easier now, spilling out in a quiet, relentless stream. The secret meetings, the hidden phone calls, the way he made her forget the cameras and the choreography and the constant, gnawing worry about her body.
“He looks at me,” she whispered, “and I don’t feel like Jeongyeon of TWICE. I just feel like me. And he loves that me.” She finally looked up, her eyes glistening. “We really love each other.”
Silence followed, thick and heavy. Nayeon’s playful smirk had vanished. Mina was nodding slightly, her expression gentle. Dahyun had stopped giggling.
A warm, genuine smile spread across Jihyo’s face. She stepped forward and sat on the very edge of the bed, reaching out to squeeze Jeongyeon’s hand where it gripped the duvet.
“We’re not mad at you for keeping a secret,” she said, her voice soft but clear for everyone to hear. “We’re glad. We’re just… surprised. But we’re glad you found someone.”
The collective release of breath in the room was audible. Tzuyu smiled shyly. Momo nodded, offering a small thumbs-up.
Y/n’s shoulders slumped in visible relief, a blush of gratitude coloring his cheeks. He dared a small, tentative smile back at Jihyo.
That’s when Sana, who had been vibrating with suppressed energy in the corner, could hold it in no longer. A triumphant, gleeful spark lit her eyes.
“Also,” she announced, sing-song, her finger pointing between the two on the bed. “Just before I opened the door, I heard something very interesting through the wall.”
Jeongyeon’s blood ran cold. “Sana, don’t you dare—”
“Jeongyeon-unnie was teasing him,” Sana barreled on, her voice dripping with delight, “for calling her ‘mommy’!” She paused for maximum effect, watching the room’s eyes widen. “And she called him her ‘good boy’!”
The dam broke completely.The room erupted. Dahyun shrieked with laughter, doubling over. Chaeyoung howled, slapping her thigh. Nayeon let out a cackle so loud it echoed. Even Mina covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking silently. Jihyo bit her lip, trying and failing to hold back a smile.
Y/n made a sound like a deflating balloon. The grateful blush on his face transformed into a furnace of pure, unadulterated humiliation. He stared at the ceiling as if praying for it to swallow him whole.
“Okay, that’s—I need—bathroom,” he mumbled, his voice strangled. In one frantic motion, he located his shirt, yanked it from the floor, and held it up as a shield as he scrambled out of the bed. He kept his back to the room, hastily pulling it on, the fabric inside-out and backwards. “Excuse me. I just. Need a minute.”
He didn’t wait for a reply. He just fled, nearly tripping over a discarded pillow in his haste to escape into the connected bathroom. The soft click of the lock echoed in the laughter-filled room.
“Yah!” Jeongyeon shrieked, throwing a pillow at Sana, who dodged it with a giggle. “Are you insane? You can’t just say things like that! You’re going to murder him with embarrassment!” She glared at all of them, though the heat was diminished by her own flaming cheeks. “Stop it! All of you, stop teasing him right now!”
The laughter slowly subsided into amused chuckles and shared looks. They all knew the line, and for now, they’d crossed it enough.
As the room settled, Nayeon leaned against the doorframe, a new, different kind of curiosity in her eyes. Her gaze was sharp, appraising, and utterly without mercy. She waited until the bathroom sink could be heard running, muffling any sound.
She tilted her head, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial, blunt whisper. “Okay. But seriously, Jeongyeon-ah.”
Jeongyeon, still scowling at Sana, turned to her. “What?”
Nayeon’s eyes glinted. “How good was he, though?” she asked, her tone flat and deeply interested. “Like, details. We need details.”
A fresh wave of scandalized giggles rippled through the members. Jeongyeon opened her mouth to deliver another scolding, her manager-mode face snapping into place. But then she stopped. Her eyes flicked toward the closed bathroom door, listening to the steady run of the water.
A slow, secret smile touched her lips. She bit the lower one, trying and failing to suppress it. She looked back at the circle of her friends, their faces eager and full of a love that, even now, felt overwhelmingly safe.
She leaned forward, beckoning them closer with a curl of her finger. The group huddled in, a tight knot of conspiracy at the foot of the bed.
“Okay fine,” Jeongyeon whispered, her voice a low, thrilled confession. “So, first of all…”
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Not much people show Jeongyeon love! Like really?! This has been on replay for days😍
(Taking requests again! Sorry for the sudden MIA😭)
Check your shirt, check your shorts. How about your hair? Do you look presentable enough for Haseul-noona? Check one more time, you have to look decent!
"H-Hi, noona."
"Ah, Hajoon-ie~! Thank God you're here!" Haseul's million-watt smile greets your sight. "I forgot my keys and Yeojinnie locked the door… Can I crash at your place until she comes back?"
Jo Haseul-noona is your next door neighbour. She's also your other neighbour Im Yeojin's older cousin. She's your ideal girl—hyperactive, bright, extroverted, and adorable. Her tendency to take care of those younger than her has made her the apple of many eyes, yours included. At 24, Haseul does not lack choices for a potential boyfriend, and it is with that thought that you never make any moves, even though you crush super hard on her.
"S-Sure, noona! Come in, come in."
Oh fuck. Haseul-noona's in your home. It's time to hit the panic button.
"Noona, would you like something to drink?"
"Ah, water would be fine, Hajoon-ie! Thank you~!" Another million-watt smile flashes your way, and well, now you're putty for her.
"Make yourself at home, noona. You can use my Netflix."
"Okay!"
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When you return, Haseul is already midway through a movie about some previous dynasty in Korea or China, and she's particularly engrossed in the show.
"Noona, your water."
"Thank you, Hajoon-ie! Come, come sit with Noona. Noona 's wanted to watch this show for a while!"
You can't deny her anything. Simp.
Haseul reacts a lot when she watches the show. She shifts around regularly, making soft sounds like humming, gasping, and the occasional "Ooooh~" when the plot unravels. However, you're only half immersed in the movie, because Haseul has shifted closer and closer to you throughout the duration of said movie. She used to be just next to you, but now she's almost cuddled up next to you, her shoulder against yours. You're close enough to smell her perfume, and when you turn just a little to the right, you're greeted by Haseul-noona's angelic features.
If Haseul-noona has noticed you staring, she hasn't said anything, but you doubt she has. After all, she's fully immersed in the movie anyway. You take the chance to gaze at the features of the woman you crush on: silky brown hair that runs down to her chest, her gorgeous monolid eyes that shine brightly with every grin, her cute long nose, and her kissable lips. Oh, you wish to one day be able to just kiss her. One kiss, just one.
When you turn your eyes back to the screen, you're shell-shocked to see an intimate scene playing on the show. The main character has the female lead in his bedchambers, and both characters are copulating. Haseul squeals and buries her face into your shoulder as she peeks at the screen occasionally. You wonder how this made it onto Netflix when the camera shows the topless actress riding the actor, but deep down inside you, you're panicking that you're pretty much watching porn with your beloved Haseul-noona. However, behind that panic, you're unable to rid yourself of one dirty thought—what if Haseul-noona was the female lead, and you were the male lead?
"No, no, no," you think, "Do not lewd Haseul-noona."
You turn to look at your Haseul-noona, and that decision to look delivers you a fresh dose of panic. At the angle that she leans into you, you're presented with a clear view down her yellow button up, right into the deep valley of her cleavage. Mentally, you're a broken man at the combined thought of the sex on screen and the clear shot of Haseul's cleavage. You're unable to tear your eyes away from her chest, and the tenting of your shorts isn't helping.
"Oh ho ho, what're you looking at, Hajoon-ie?"
Haseul tilts your chin up, and you tear your eyes away from her chest too late. She's grinning, and you're terrified.
"N-Nothing, noona! I promise!"
"No, no, lying is bad, Hajoon-ie. Don't lie to noona."
"I… I wasn't—I…"
"Now, now, Hajoon-ie, this says otherwise~."
Haseul slides a hand over your thigh, right over your bulge. You yelp when she glides onto your hard bulge, massaging your cock over your shorts.
"Don't lie to noona, Hajoon-ie. Lying is wrong~."
This isn't real. No way.
"I—I was looking…"
"Mhm?"
"I was looking at… at your… your boobs, noona."
"And what about them, Hajoon-ie?"
You're at a loss of words from a cocktail of arousal, fear, and confusion. Haseul doesn't seem angry, but she could be. She does sound very teasing though. Perhaps there's hope.
"They're… I…"
Haseul giggles.
"Do you wanna see them, Hajoon-ie?"
What??
You sit on the sofa with muted shock as Haseul climbs over you, straddling your body. Her hands work each button open, pace excruciatingly slow, until her shirt falls open to reveal her breasts, encased within a red bra. Haseul reaches behind her back, an audible click signifying the removal of the barrier between her chest and your eyes. The bra falls onto your lap and Haseul throws it aside, her hands resting on your shoulders. Your eyes fall to her breasts, and you feel a rush of arousal course your systems as you gaze in wonder—Haseul-noona's taut nipples sit atop porcelain skin, each a perfect handful. Her areolae and nipples are brown, and the contrast only draws even more of your fancy.
"Go on, Hajoon-ie. Touch them."
You raise a hand hesitantly as you scan Haseul's features for any sign of a trick. She offers you a wide grin and a nod, the push you need to confirm her consent. A light blush dusts her cheeks with red, but she still appears confident in what she wants. Your right hand lands on her left breast, and the soft gasp that Haseul releases sends chills down your body. Gently, you knead her flesh while Haseul rests her hands on your shoulders. She leans in, her breath brushing against your lips with her sultry whisper.
"Kiss me, Hajoon-ie."
You waste no time connecting your lips to hers. Her tongue meets yours in an openmouthed kiss, both of your moans mixing with the sounds of slurping when Haseul grinds herself against your bulge. You reciprocate, grinding upwards against Haseul to increase the amount of pleasure both of you draw from the other. Your left hand reaches around her to rest on her upper back, exploring the smooth skin across the expanse of her body and the curve of her spine.
"Fuck, it feels so good, noona."
"I feel really good too, Hajoon-ie."
Haseul initiates the next openmouthed kiss. This time, you can feel her desperation—she pushes you into the kiss. You can't get enough of Haseul, and neither can she get enough of you. The delicious friction of her against you is good, but inadequate. Even with your hand on her chest, it's still not enough. Haseul rolls her hips over your crotch, a particularly hard grind drawing a whine from the woman on top. The kiss only breaks out of the need for air, a strand of saliva falling from between your tongues, lips swollen from the passion both of you share.
"Hajoon-ie, suck on my tits, please."
The sinful whine Haseul lets go when your lips wrap around her right nipple goes straight to your hard cock. Another rush of precum beads your tip, and the stickiness in your underwear is starting to get more than uncomfortable. Haseul pulls you into her chest, almost smothering you in her flesh while you flick your tongue over her nipple, your finger doing the same with her other. You wonder if this is heaven—even if Haseul's skin tastes slightly salty from sweat, you're more than content with where you are now with your Haseul-noona grinding against you while you suck on her breasts. You'd only dreamt of such a situation before, but now you could confidently say you were living the dream. In fact, you could die happy right now.
"Hajoon-ie, Hajoon-ie, Hajoon~!"
You interrupt Haseul's moans with another deep, sloppy kiss. This kiss is again desperate—both of you chase the other's lips even though you're already kissing each other hard. Tongues lash against the other's and your bodies grind harder. You break the kiss, opting to chase Haseul's nipple again. You switch your target this time—your tongue lashes at Haseul's left nipple, finger on her right. Her chest glistens with your spit and her sweat. You speed up the tempo of your ministrations on Haseul—you want her, no, need her.
"No, Hajoon, Hajoon-ie, Song Hajoon!"
Haseul squeals when she suddenly shudders, unable to support herself atop your body. She falls forward, her chest smothering you as she spasms atop your trapped self. Her hips grind down hard against your bulge, a barrage of curses amidst whiny moans and whimpers of your name right next to your ear when she bucks hard, a warm and wet feeling spreading across your clothed crotch. When Haseul stops rocking atop your body, she raises herself off you, releasing you from your temporary prison.
"Hajoon-ie, noona came…"
Haseul crawls off your body to stand in front of you. A huge wet spot stains her jeans, as well as over your hard bulge. You're almost driven crazy at the sight—your Haseul-noona just orgasmed dry humping against you while you sucked on her tits. Not only that, she squirted in her pants and all over you while moaning your name, cursing all the way.
"Sorry Hajoon-ie, noona made a mess…" Haseul bites her lip, her hands clasping together in front of her. She looks sheepish, embarrassed at having dirtied you with her juices. You push yourself off the couch to stand right in front of Haseul, who yelps in surprise. You pull your shirt off, throwing it aside, then take one of Haseul's hands to cup your hard bulge once more. You heave a sigh of relief at her touch, before you speak.
"You came, noona, but I didn't. What're you going to do about it?"
Haseul gasps. Her face burns bright red, but lust lights up her eyes.
"I'll tell you what I want, noona. I want you."
Haseul crashes her lips against yours right after you finish speaking. She grabs a handful of your ass to pull you in and deepen the kiss, and you grab both of her asscheeks in return. The kiss is short—Haseul breaks it in favour of undoing her jeans and removing them with her panties. You pull your shorts and briefs off, hurriedly throwing them to the side to return all your attention to your Haseul-noona. Haseul stands in front of you, her hands clenched into fists at the side, eyes locked onto your hard shaft sticking up towards her. You take the time to ogle Haseul's naked body too. She is clean shaven, her full thighs stained with slick from her earlier orgasm. White precum drips off the tip to the floor as your shaft twitches at the sight of Haseul's naked body.
"Oomph!"
Haseul leaps at you, pushing you back onto the couch. She straddles you once more, her knees on either side of your legs. Her lips colliding into yours for another erotic dance with your tongues. Neither of you can keep the kiss going for long—the need for air surfaces very quickly. Both of you pant heavily in excitement and lust as Haseul grabs your hard shaft and pumps it a few times before she slides herself over your length. You moan at the feeling of Haseul's slick coating your length as she prepares you for sex with her.
"Sit back and relax, Hajoon-ie. Let noona help, okay?"
Haseul grips your shaft by the base, and she raises herself to line your tip with her wet hole. She releases more soft moans when she brushes your cock across her wet slit, more and more of her juices dripping down your hard length. When Haseul stops moving your shaft, you have to choke back a loud groan when Haseul sinks herself down on your cock. Inch after inch of your hard sex disappears into Haseul's body, her walls wrapping your shaft so deliciously tight, so comfortably warm. You're unable to resist making sounds soon after—gasps and whimpers escape your open mouth when Haseul takes you to the hilt.
Haseul feels like heaven. Her tight walls squeeze you ever so often when they twitch, and the friction with every movement threatens to tip you over into orgasm. Haseul probably feels the same too—you're twitching hard within her pussy, precum flowing up your tip into her walls ever so often. She falls on you again as you wrap your arms around her body, cuddling her tight against you.
"Fuck, noona, so fucking tight!"
"You feel so big in me, Hajoon-ie, noona might go crazy…"
It takes a while before both of you can move. When Haseul pushes herself to look at you, she plants a chaste kiss on your lips.
"I'm going to start, Hajoon-ie."
When you nod, Haseul rises until half of your shaft is out of her, then she sinks down back to the hilt. Two sets of moans fill the room, then again as Haseul repeats her actions. You grip Haseul's hips, guiding Haseul up and down your shaft as you lean against the backrest of your sofa, content in watching your noona have sex with you.
"You can move too, Hajoon."
With Haseul's guidance, you push up into Haseul when she pushes herself down onto you. Her squeal of pleasure goes straight to your cock—the hard twitch and burst of precum, as well as the burst of pleasure coursing through your system feels so damned good. Never in your dreams would you have ever thought sex felt like that—you were a virgin before this, and now, not anymore.
"Oh my God, Haseul-noona, fuck, so good, fuck!"
"Yes, yes, God, fuck, Hajoon-ie, you're twitching so much, ah! Does… Does noona's pussy make you so happy?"
"Fuck, yes! Yes!"
"Good, pffh, fuck noona harder then, show noona how good you feel!"
At her command, you begin to fuck into her hard. You begin to experiment with angles, with levels of strength. Haseul cradles you in her embrace as you fuck up into her body, content with how good the sex feels. A wordless stream of moans echoes next to your ear with every thrust, just as yours echo into her chest. Her hands grip your back and head tightly, to the point of slight pain when her nails dig into your skin. You decide to use your knowledge of her sensitive nipples from earlier to your advantage again—lips wrap around nipple once more, but you now softly suckle on her breast as you fuck up into her.
"Yes, yes, Hajoon-ie, suck on noona's tits, suck on noona's tits!"
You pinch a nipple with your left finger and thumb, then tweak it slightly as you nibble on her other nipple. Haseul squeals again, her hips bucking down hard on your crotch. At the same time, you fuck up hard into her, and she nearly screams as you pass over a rough patch in her pussy.
Found it.
With your newfound knowledge, every subsequent thrust up into Haseul strikes her G-spot. The creaking of the sofa dragging against your floors mixes with both yours and Haseul's loud moans, as well as the loud claps of sex. Haseul's hips buck wildly against yours, and you can feel your orgasm rapidly approaching.
"Noona, I'm not going to last much longer!"
"Me too, Hajoon-ie, I'm so close, oh fuck!" Haseul bounces herself hard atop your cock, her words broken up by loud moans and gasps of pleasure.
"Where do you—?"
"Inside me, I needs to feel your cum in my pussy!"
Those are the hottest words you've ever heard.
"OH, FUCK!"
With a loud cry, you're unable to hold yourself back. The first violent spurt of semen fires deep into Haseul's waiting pussy, rope after rope of white hot cum fucked deep into your beloved noona. At the same time, Haseul screams as a huge gush of fluid sprays all over your crotch when her pussy contracts tightly around your cock, half a second after your orgasm hits. Both of you simultaneously see white as thick, pearly cum paints Haseul's pussy white and Haseul squirts all over your tummy and crotch with each shot of cum deep into her. Both of you never stop fucking the other, hell bent on prolonging your pleasure through the other's body. You're unable to count how many shots of cum fills your Haseul-noona's pussy, but you know it is enough to not only fill her cunt, but overflow out of the gaps between your cock and her pussy. Your cum stains her skin and yours, some of it running down your balls to the couch to mix with her squirt.
Both of you collapse in a mess of tangled limbs and exhausted bodies. Your chests heave in attempts to regain as much of your breath as possible after your intense orgasms. You can't help but hug Haseul-noona tight, a prayer that this isn't a one-time thing being recited in your mind.
"You came so much, Hajoon-ie…"
A deluge of cum leaks out onto your balls when your softened cock slips out of Haseul's used pussy. Haseul pushes herself off you, another thick glob of white dripping out of her hole when she moves to stand. Cum drips down her thighs, and she collects it with a finger, raising it to her mouth to taste you.
Oh, fuck. You came in her.
"Noona, fuck! What if you—"
"Hehe, then Hajoon-ie, you have to take responsibility~. I could be carrying your baby."
You whimper at the words, the thought of Haseul being pregnant with your baby simultaneously scaring you, yet turning you on. Your soft cock twitches a bit at the thought, and Haseul laughs.
"Hajoon-ie, you're so naughty. You're getting turned on at the thought of getting noona pregnant?"
You're not sure whether to panic.
"Don't worry Hajoon-ie, noona's safe. If not, I wouldn't have asked you to cum in me."
Haseul turns around to her bag, rummaging through its contents. You wonder what she's looking for, until she pulls out her bunch of keys.
"I'm sorry, Song Hajoon, I lied."
"What?"
"I had my keys all along, Hajoon-ie."
"Wait. Huh?"
"I wanted to spend time with you…" A shy smile spreads across Haseul's face, her cheeks beginning to redden. "I just wanted to come hang out with you, and maybe make a move on you, and… well…"
You open your mouth to speak, then close it. You're not sure what to say, but you imitate a fish perfectly in shock.
"Song Hajoon, you're so cuteee~!" Haseul comes over to pinch your cheeks, then she plants a kiss on your nose. "We're dating from today!
What the fuck.
"But!"
You sit up straight as Haseul puts her hands on her hips.
"Now, we shower first. You made a mess of me."
Haseul huffs and pouts, then she pulls you up into a deep kiss. You can't help but whine in embarrassment when your cock hardens again with Haseul's tongue swirling against yours.
"Wah, Hajoon-ie, so strong and youthful." Haseul giggles, and then she tiptoes to your ear.
"Let's get into the shower, and you can use my pussy again. Let noona help you one more time, okay?"
She giggles again.
"I can't wait to feel you cum in me one more time."
Both Nayeon and Mina are my older sister. One morning, as per their usual routine to wake me up for high-school, Nayeon took away my blanket while I'm asleep and discovered that I was sleeping naked. She was so shocked when she saw my long erect dick that was hard as hell.
Nayeon: Daebak.. *whispers under her breath*
She then called Mina over to take a look.
Mina: This long for a teen..? Damm..
Nayeon, being the oldest grabbed my dick and began stroking while leaving Mina only my balls to play with. Mina then massaged my balls while Nayeon gave me a handjob in my sleep. Afterwards, they changed over and Mina began using her nails to tickle my dick. She'd drag her nails gently from the tip of my cock down to my balls. Then she'd claw my dick like a claw machine, which felt superb causing me to pee a little in my sleep.
Mina: Look at how sensitive his cock is, he peed so easily!
Nayeon: Fuck.. he's a virgin for sure.
Mina then decided to play it rough and forcefully peeled back my foreskin when I'm fully erect, causing me to wake up in pain. Mina and Nayeon weren't even shocked when I wake up and merely looked at me coldly and sneered,
Mina: oh, you're awake.
They prevented me from getting up or leaving the room and pressed me down whenever I try to get up. Mina then grabbed my balls and yanked it, causing me to squirm in pain while she laughed in enjoyment. Nayeon then lighted up a candle and dripped it's burning hot wax onto my dick. But Mina held me down and sat on my face without panty, she then rubbed her spiky pubes against my face and asked me,
Mina: yah! You're enjoying this aren't you, sniffing your noona's pussy.
I struggled when I couldn't breathe but that only excites her even more. She then got up and allowed me to catch my breath before leaning close to my face and said seductively,
Mina: Open up your mouth..
My sister then opened hers and slowly let's her saliva drip into my mouth, until it's full she commanded me to drink it up because it's a nectar she granted me. I'd no choice but to drink it up, but it was sweet and tasty so I begged for more and it seemed to have pleased her. She then began dripping her spit into my mouth this time and gave me the privilege of grabbing her tits while she did so.
Mina: squeeze my nipples.. it's super hard right now.
At this point, Nayeon became the cameraman and began recording us. I became even harder upon seeing that Nayeon is already naked.
It was now Mina's turn. While Mina was stripping, I played with Nayeon a little by rubbing my cock in-between her thighs. She was super sensitive down there and peed began dripping down her legs immediately.
When Mina was finally done, she squatted above me while I lie in bed and she almost immediately sat on my dick and began riding me. But because we weren't using protection, she warned me,
Mina: you better let me know before you cum and better not shoot inside me.
Me: OK..
She was playing with her own nipples as she rode me and when I was about to cum, I kept quiet and ejaculated inside her. When she realized cum was leaking from her pussy, she immediately stood up and slapped me before kicking my balls and left the room.
Nayeon: wow.. what if you impregnate her?
Nayeon: does that mean you guys have to marry..? Hahaha!
Hihii, a small request for you: dom g!p ryujin x bottom m!reader, where reader and ryujin are roommates and ryujin comforts the reader after a bad day by filling his insides
thank u! :>
Cheer Up Remedy!!!
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Paring: dom!g!pryujin x bottom!m!reader
Genre: smut
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More: Masterlist
A/n: I’m considering creating a masterlist for characters from Squid Game (seasons 1 and 2), XO Kitty, and Alice in Borderland. If you’d like to request any, just let me know! I’m also thinking about adding more idols to the list, including all units from NCT, XLove (though I’m not focusing on them at the moment since I just started stanning), and ZB1.
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"Hey, you're home early," M/n called out, the sound of his shoes echoing in the quiet hallway of their apartment. He had just finished his shift at the local restaurant, feeling drained and defeated by the relentless flow of customers and the never-ending pile of dirty dishes. The last thing he wanted was to deal with whatever mess his roommate, Ryujin, had left behind in their shared living space.
But as he stepped into the living room, his eyes widened in surprise. The room was spotless, with not a single speck of dust in sight. The TV was on, playing a show he enjoyed, and a steaming cup of tea sat on the coffee table with a note that read, "For you." Ryujin emerged from the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants slung low on her hips, showcasing her toned midriff. She flashed him a warm smile, her cheeks flushed from the heat of the stove.
"I figured you could use some pampering after work," she said, her voice a smooth purr that seemed to stroke his weary soul.
M/n couldn't argue with that. He dropped his bag on the floor and sank into the couch with a grateful sigh. The scent of the tea wafted up to him, a comforting blend of mint and chamomile that promised sweet oblivion. He took a sip, the warm liquid coating his throat and spreading a gentle warmth through his chest. "Thanks, Ryu."
Ryujin strutted over, her hips swaying in a way that had him swallowing hard. She sat down next to him, a little too close, and placed a hand on his knee. "How was your day?"
M/n's eyes flicked to her hand, his breath hitching. "It was… intense. The kitchen was hell." He took another sip of his tea, the warmth seeping into his bones.
Ryujin's grip tightened slightly, a knowing look in her eye. "That's what you get for working with food and not letting me feed you properly." Her hand began to rub small, soothing circles on his thigh.
M/n's cheeks flushed, his eyes darting to the TV and then back to her hand. He couldn't deny that the contact was comforting, and a part of him craved more. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ryujin leaned in closer, her breath tickling his ear. "You know what I mean," she murmured. "You're always so tense after work. Maybe I could help you relax."
M/n's heart raced as he felt her hand slide up his thigh, the fabric of his pants growing taut against his growing arousal. He couldn't believe what was happening. He'd had his fair share of fantasies about his gorgeous, talented roommate, but never in his wildest dreams did he think she'd make a move like this.
"Relax," she whispered, her hand continuing its journey upwards until it reached the bulge in his pants. Her touch was surprisingly gentle, yet firm, as she began to massage him through the fabric. "Let me take care of you."
M/n's breath caught in his throat as he felt his body respond to her touch. The tension of the day melted away, replaced by a building heat that spread through his core. He could feel his cock growing harder under her ministrations, begging for release. He leaned his head back, eyes closed, savoring the sensation of her hand on him.
"You're so tense," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "Let it all go."
M/n's eyes fluttered open, and he looked into Ryujin's eyes. They were dark with desire, her pupils dilated, and her breathing was just as ragged as his. He nodded, unable to form coherent words as her hand deftly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. The warmth of her palm against his bare skin made him gasp. Her touch was like a brand, leaving a trail of fire wherever she went.
With a gentle tug, she freed his hardened length from his boxers. It stood proudly between them, begging for her attention. Ryujin's gaze dropped, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips as she took in the sight of him. The air was thick with anticipation as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and began to stroke him with the same rhythm she had used on his thigh.
M/n's hips jerked upward, and he couldn't help but let out a low moan. Her touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He placed a hand on her wrist, guiding her to his tempo, their eyes locked in a silent dance of desire. Her grip tightened, and she leaned in, her breath hot against his skin as she whispered, "Tell me if you want more."
The question hung in the air, taunting and tempting him. He knew what she was asking, and the answer was a resounding yes, but he was afraid to voice it. The fear of ruining the moment was almost paralyzing. But as her hand continued to work its magic, the words slipped out, barely audible, "More, please, Ryu."
Her smile grew, predatory and satisfied, as she leaned in closer. Her hand didn't stop moving, the rhythm increasing slightly as her other hand reached for the waistband of her sweatpants. With a swift motion, she pulled them down, revealing her hard cock, standing tall and proud against her toned abs. It was the first time M/n had seen it in person, and he couldn't help but stare. It was a beautiful sight, a stark contrast to the softness of her features.
Ryujin noticed his gaze and took it as an invitation, her hand leaving his cock for a brief moment to stroke herself. "Do you like what you see?" she asked, her voice low and husky.
M/n nodded, his eyes glued to her hand as it wrapped around her shaft. He'd never seen anything so erotic, so powerful, and his own cock twitched in response. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice thick with need.
Ryujin chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine. "Good," she said, her hand moving faster on herself. "Because I've been waiting for this moment."
Without breaking eye contact, she reached out with her free hand and took his, guiding it to her cock. The heat was almost too much to handle, the velvety skin like silk under his fingertips. He felt a strange sense of power, knowing he could make her feel good, too. His hand trembled as he took over the stroking, mimicking her earlier gentle touch.
Ryujin's eyes fluttered closed, and she leaned back against the couch cushions, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her hand had found its way back to his cock, and she began to pump in tandem with his movements on her shaft. The room was filled with the sound of their mingled breaths and the slick slide of skin against skin.
M/n's mind was racing. This wasn't what he had expected when he came home from work, but it was everything he never knew he needed. The feeling of her cock in his hand was strange, yet incredibly arousing. He could feel the veins pulsing with each stroke, her arousal a palpable force between them. He wanted more, needed more.
He leaned in closer, his mouth watering as he took in the musky scent of her. "Can I… taste?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ryujin's eyes snapped open, a smoldering fire in them. She nodded, her breath hitching as she watched him. M/n leaned down, his tongue darting out to lick the tip of her cock. The taste was salty and slightly bitter, but it only served to fuel his desire. He took more of her in his mouth, feeling her hands grip the back of his head, guiding him deeper.
Her hips began to rock, fucking his mouth gently, and he moaned around her length. The vibrations sent shockwaves through her body, and she could feel herself getting closer to the edge. "Fuck, yes," she hissed, her voice strained with pleasure.
M/n's eyes watered as he took her deeper, the tip of her cock hitting the back of his throat. He didn't care about the discomfort; all he cared about was pleasing her, making her feel as good as she had made him feel. He could feel her pulse against his tongue, the taste of pre-cum making him crave more. His hand stroked her shaft in time with his mouth, the sound of wet suction filling the room.
Ryujin's hand tangled in his hair, holding him in place as she began to move her hips in a steady rhythm. Her moans grew louder, and he could feel her thighs tensing beneath his palms. He knew she was close, and the thought of her coming in his mouth made him even harder. His own cock throbbed with the need for release, but he held off, focusing on her pleasure.
He felt her grip tighten, her body stiffening as she reached her climax. With a strangled cry, she came, her hot seed filling his mouth. He swallowed, the salty taste coating his tongue, and she pulled back with a satisfied sigh. Her eyes were glazed over with pleasure, and she looked down at him with a soft smile.
"Your turn," she said, her voice still thick with desire.
M/n nodded, his own need reaching a crescendo. He wanted to feel her, all of her, inside him. He knew he was inexperienced with this, but he trusted her. He could see the hunger in her eyes, the way she was watching him with anticipation. He stood up, his legs wobbly, and walked over to his room to grab a bottle of lube.
When he returned, she had removed her sweatpants and was sitting on the edge of the couch, her legs spread wide, stroking herself. The sight was so erotic, so overwhelming, that he almost came right there. He handed her the lube, and she took it with a smirk, flipping the cap open with a wet sound. She coated her fingers, then leaned in and began to circle his entrance, her touch sending shivers through his body.
M/n's eyes rolled back as she pushed one, then two, then three fingers into him. She was gentle at first, but as she felt him loosen up, she began to pick up the pace, her movements sure and confident. The stretch was exquisite, a mix of pain and pleasure that had him panting for more.
"You're pussy's so tight," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his face. "But you're taking me so well."
M/n could only whimper in response as he felt her digits probing deeper, her knuckles grazing against his prostate with each thrust. His cock was a throbbing ache between his legs, leaking precum onto the couch. He couldn't believe this was happening, but the sensations were too intense to doubt. He spread his legs wider, silently begging for more.
Ryujin leaned in, her eyes never leaving his as she worked his body with an expert's touch. "You're ready," she said, her voice filled with a low growl of satisfaction. She pulled her fingers out with a wet pop, and before he could even miss them, she positioned herself at his entrance, the head of her cock nudging against him.
M/n's breath hitched as he felt the pressure build, his body instinctively clenching around the intrusion. He braced himself, his hands gripping the armrests of the couch as she pushed in, inch by inch. It was tight, so tight, but she was patient, allowing him to adjust to her size. He bit his bottom lip, trying not to cry out from the overwhelming feeling of fullness.
Ryujin watched him closely, her gaze locked on his face, her own need evident in the way her chest rose and fell rapidly. She didn't stop until she was fully seated inside him, her hips flush with his ass. The room was silent except for their heavy breathing.
"You okay?" she asked, her voice gentle despite the fierce expression on her face.
M/n nodded, his eyes still squeezed shut. "Yeah," he managed to say, his voice strained. "Just… give me a moment."
Ryujin leaned in and kissed him softly, her hands running up and down his back. "Take your time," she whispered. "You're so beautiful like this."
M/n took a deep breath and let it out slowly, feeling his muscles relax around her. He nodded, and she began to move, her hips rolling in a gentle rhythm. Each stroke was like a warm knife through butter, spreading pleasure through his core. His eyes rolled back, and a moan escaped his lips as she hit his sweet spot. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain that made his toes curl.
Ryujin's hand found his cock again, her grip firm and sure as she stroked him in time with her thrusts. The friction was intense, and he could feel his orgasm building with each movement. "Fuck," he gasped, his voice hoarse from the moaning. "It feels so good."
Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she picked up the pace, her strokes growing longer and deeper. "I know," she murmured, her voice a low rumble that sent shivers down his spine. "You're going to come for me, aren't you?"
M/n could only nod, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. He felt her thumb circle the sensitive spot just beneath the head of his cock, and he knew he was on the edge. "Yes," he whispered, his voice trembling with need. "I-I'm going to come."
Ryujin's smile grew as she watched him, her movements becoming more deliberate, more intense. She could feel his inner walls clench around her, urging her on, and she knew it was time. She thrust in deep and held still, her cock pulsing within him as she stroked him harder.
M/n's eyes snapped open, and he stared into hers, his pupils dilated with lust. "Please," he begged, his voice a desperate whine. "I need it."
With a feral growl, Ryujin began to move again, her hips snapping into his with a force that had the couch groaning beneath them. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through his body, the pressure building unbearably. He could feel the tension in his balls, the tightness in his abdomen, the fire in his cock. It was too much, and yet not enough.
M/n's moans grew louder, filling the room with the sweet sound of their union. His hands clawed at the couch cushions, his body writhing under her as she fucked him with an intensity that bordered on savage. He was lost in the sensation, his mind a whirlwind of pleasure and need. Her hand on his cock was a blur, her strokes in perfect harmony with her thrusts.
Her breath was hot against his ear, her words a dark promise. "Come for me, baby," she murmured, her teeth grazing his earlobe. "I want to feel you come apart around my cock."
M/n's orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, crashing over him without warning. He arched his back, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release. Cum spurted from his cock, coating her hand and his stomach, as he moaned her name over and over again. The pleasure was so intense that for a moment, he couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel.
Ryujin watched him with a mix of pride and lust, her own climax building. She could feel his insides clench around her, milking her cock, and it was all she could take. With a final, powerful thrust, she came, her hips jerking as she filled him with her warmth. The feeling of his body tightening around her was exquisite, and she couldn't hold back the low, animalistic growl that escaped her lips.
The room was silent except for their ragged breathing, their hearts hammering against their chests like drums. M/n's eyes remained squeezed shut, his body still shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Ryujin leaned in, her breaths hot against his neck, and whispered, "You're so perfect."
Y/N: So finally I have sometime to translate a fic, I have trimmed down some parts so it would not be too lenghty. Incest fic with Mommy Dahyun, and even make her pregrant, enjoy!
Dahyun is a single mother. Her husband passed away from illness many years ago, leaving her and her young son to rely on each other.
Since her husband passed away, Dahyun has been missing him every day. However, to raise her son to adulthood, she has to work tirelessly to earn money to support the family. In the dead of night, Dahyun often tosses and turns in bed, unable to fall asleep, and her physical desires rise accordingly. But she doesn't dare casually find a man to satisfy her physical needs, fearing it might cast a shadow and impact her son's growth.
At times like this, Dahyun can only rely on her own hands to relieve her physical needs. She would quietly turn off the room lights, take off her underwear, gently rub the two rosy spots on her chest with her hands, then reach down to the already muddy little hole, inserting and withdrawing her fingers until she reached climax.
But such self-satisfaction always leaves one feeling empty and lost; Dahyun longs for a real embrace to lean on. She has never been able to take that step out of consideration for her son.
However, what Dahyun did not expect was that unbeknownst to her, her son was secretly developing unusual feelings for her. Whenever she was alone in her room "entertaining herself," there was always a pair of burning eyes outside the door, closely watching her every move.
The voyeur was none other than her son—me. Ever since Dad passed away, I have been secretly watching over everything about Mom. I watched as my mother gradually became thinner, knowing that she was very lonely. One time, I accidentally stumbled upon my mother in the act of masturbation, awakening something within me. From then on, I often hid outside the door when my mother was unaware, secretly watching her private actions, and even masturbated while watching.
Dahyun was completely unaware of this and continued to live her ordinary life every day. But she didn't know that the embrace she longed for day and night was right beside her.
As time went by, my desire for my mother grew increasingly rampant. I was not satisfied with just peeking from outside the door; instead, I started stealing my mother's underwear to comfort myself.
Whenever my mother was not home, I would sneak into her room and open the wardrobe to look for her worn clothes. I would pick up her wore but unwashed bra, inhale the lingering scent deeply, and then put it on my erect penis to rub against it.; Or take a pair of silk panties that mom wore but haven't been washed yet, wrap them around my cock, and jerk off like crazy. Imagining that this is Mom's little hole swallowing my cock, I always quickly reached climax.
Sometimes when Mom is at home, I pretend to accidentally drop something on the floor, taking the opportunity to quickly glance at Mom's legs while bending down to pick it up, sneaking a peek at the color and style of Mom's underwear. If she is putting on a new pair of underwear, I will specifically choose that one to use the next time I steal underwear.
In addition to stealing underwear, I also started secretly filming videos of my mother masturbating with my phone. One time, I heard strange sounds coming from my mother's room. I quietly opened the door and saw Dahyun lying on the bed with her legs spread apart, one hand kneading her breasts and the other moving rapidly in her vagina. That scene made my blood boil, and I immediately took out my phone and started recording my mother's private parts. In the video, it is clearly visible that Mom's pink labia are being spread open, fingers going in and out, the sound of water is continuous, and her expression gradually becomes more and more lustful.
From then on, whenever Mom was alone, I would take the opportunity to secretly film her naked. I have already collected countless videos of my mother during her orgasms, which I can watch and masturbate anytime, anywhere.
Dahyun was completely unaware of all this and continued to live her monotonous life day after day. She never imagined that her closest son would develop such perverse desires towards her.
I could no longer bear the desire that had been suppressed in my heart for many years. One day during dinner, I suddenly said to Dahyun, "Mom, I have something to tell you."
Dahyun looked at me with some surprise, thinking I had gotten into trouble at school again. "Y/N, what's wrong? Did the teacher make you stand in the corner again?"
"No, Mom. I want to tell you that my feelings for you... are a bit complicated."
Dahyun paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "What do kids know about love? The most important thing for you right now is to study hard."
"Not at all!" I suddenly became agitated, stood up, and took off my pants, revealing a thick, erect penis. "My feelings for you, Mom, are not just simple affection! I know you've been lonely all these years, just like I have! Every time you're alone in your room, I stand outside, staring at your body, wanting to possess you, to touch you, to give you true pleasure!"
Dahyun stared at me in disbelief; my words had completely shattered her worldview. She never expected her son to have such taboo feelings for her. "Y/N! What are you talking about? I'm your mother, how can you have such thoughts about me?!"
"But I can't help it, Mom! Every night, I think about your masturbation and watch videos of you to climax. I know it's wrong, but I just can't control myself!" I gripped my penis and moved it up and down, my eyes fixed on Dahyun's body. "Mom, I know you're lonely too. Why can't we satisfy each other? “I will make you experience unprecedented pleasure..."
"Enough!" Dahyun angrily interrupted me, turned around, rushed back to her room, and locked the door. She lay on the bed, crying uncontrollably, feeling deeply guilty for having ignored her son's emotional changes all these years. At the same time, she felt deeply fearful and uneasy about her son's thoughts.
The next morning, Dahyun woke up early as usual to prepare breakfast for me. I came downstairs to the dining room, and as soon as I sat down, I pulled one of Dahyun's hands and placed it on my lap.
"Mom, please reconsider what I said last night.” I know this sounds crazy, but for so many years I've been suppressing my feelings for you, and now I really can't stand it anymore. As long as you are willing to give me a chance, I will make you feel an unprecedented pleasure..."
Dahyun was so scared she almost jumped up, hurriedly pulling her hand away. "Y/N! What are you doing? I'm your biological mother! How can we do such a thing!"
"Mom, listen to me..." I reached out and gently pulled Dahyun closer to me, then hugged her tightly. "I know this is hard to accept, but don't you really want to experience it? “You’ve been through so much alone all these years; I can't bear to see you continue living in such loneliness. Believe me, you will find true happiness with me..."
Dahyun struggled desperately but couldn't escape my embrace. She looked at her son in terror, this child she had loved and cared for since I was little, now harbouring such wicked thoughts towards her.
"Y/N, wake up! We are mother and son, doing such things is against moral ethics! Even if you don't understand these principles now because you are still young, you will regret what you did today when you grow up!"
"No, Mom. I am already an adult now, I can take responsibility for my actions. And you should indulge yourself once, experience the true pleasure of sex..."
I said this as I began to kiss Dahyun's cheeks and neck, my hands restlessly roaming over her body. Dahyun only felt a wave of dizziness, her whole body weakly collapsing into her son's embrace.
"Don't... Y/N... let go of me... I'm your mother... we can't do this..."
"Shh..." I once again took Dahyun's hand and placed it on my throbbing member. "Mom, look, my cock has become so big. It's craving your comfort. Do you know how much I crave your body? Every time I watch you in the bathroom, I can't help but imagine how beautiful and captivating your naked body is. Why don't we give in to our inner desires and try a taboo relationship just this once?
Dahyun felt her son's palm as hot as a branding iron, tightly gripping her small hand and sliding it along my shaft. My penis is so huge that it almost swallows her entire hand. She never thought her son would develop such a huge thing; it was simply beyond her comprehension.
As her palm rubbed, a surge of heat quickly surged into Dahyun's brain, causing her to involuntarily let out a soft gasp. She hadn't tasted the pleasures of the flesh in a long time, and her lower body was gradually becoming moist.
“Oh my... my son's manhood... so thick and strong... if only it could come inside... how pleasurable it would be...”
Dahyun's cheeks flushed, her reason gradually being eroded by her body's desires. Although she still felt resistance in her heart, she couldn't stop herself from fantasizing and desiring her son's penis. This kind of taboo thought made her feel incredibly ashamed, yet it also brought an inexplicable excitement.
"Mom, I'm waiting for your answer... Are you really not willing to give me a chance to satisfy your needs? I will make you experience unprecedented pleasure... trust me..."
Her son's whispers echoed in her ears, and Dahyun's body trembled suddenly. She knew she had already been captivated by her son's words. Reason told her she shouldn't agree to such a request, but desire kept tempting her.
Dahyun is still struggling with whether to give in to her son's desires, with reason and desire waging a fierce battle in her heart. Her son's penis was simply too sexy and alluring; its hot, firm touch made it hard for her to resist. But as a mother, how could she do something so morally wrong?
I was unaware of the conflict in my mother's heart; I was only focused on enjoying the sensual scene before me. I vigorously kneaded Dahyun's round breasts and erected nipples, feeling their elasticity and softness in my hands. I then turned to knead Dahyun's full, perky buttocks, my fingers sliding between the two fleshy cheeks.
“Ah... so comfortable... Mom's body is truly perfect... I can finally possess you... I'm going to thoroughly enjoy your body...”
I was extremely excited, and my actions became bolder and bolder. However, I overlooked a fact—I was just a newly adult young man who had no idea how to control my strength. My rough touches and pinches left Dahyun's body marked with red, making her cry out in pain.
"Ah... Y/N... be gentler... you're hurting me..."
Dahyun twisted her body trying to escape, only to find herself in an even deeper predicament. Her son's rough caresses, though somewhat painful, were also igniting her desires. She unconsciously began to stroke my penis with her hand, the thick and powerful sensation igniting her desire.
“Ah... I can't take it anymore... I want more... I want my son's cock...”
Dahyun's rationality had long been thrown out the window; she was immersed in the ultimate pleasure brought by her son.
I was brought to the peak of pleasure by Dahyun's sudden actions, almost reaching climax immediately. I stopped moving, and took a deep breath to calm myself down.
"Mom... have you finally decided to give in to my desires?"
Dahyun lowered her head in shame, unable to meet her son's questioning gaze. "I... I don't know... I shouldn't have agreed... but I... I just couldn't control myself... Your cock is just too sexy and alluring... it's hard for me to resist..."
I was overjoyed, grabbing Dahyun and kissing her deeply on the lips. "Mom... I knew you would also be entranced by my cock... Let's start today... Let me take good care of you..." After saying this, I couldn't wait to tear off Dahyun's clothes, revealing her snow-white body. I eagerly licked and kissed the two rosy points on Dahyun's chest, then continued down, biting her lower abdomen and thighs.
“Ah... son... slow down... don't be so impatient...”
Dahyun gently pushed my shoulder, trying to stop my overly rough attack. However, I seemed completely lost in Dahyun's beautiful body, ignoring her resistance. I forcefully spread Dahyun's thighs, revealing her most secret garden.
“Mom... I can't wait any longer... I want to possess you right now...”
I pressed my cock against Dahyun's clits, preparing to insert it. Dahyun suddenly woke up and grabbed my wrist.
"Wait... I... I can't do this... this is just too wrong..."
"Mom... please... just let me have you this once... just this once... I promise I won't bring it up again in the future..."
I rubbed my penis against Dahyun's labia, trying to make her give up her last resistance.
Dahyun had already turned into a puddle under her son's onslaught, her reason no longer able to hold out. "Alright... just this once... you must never bring it up again..."
Hearing Dahyun's consent, I was overjoyed as if I had struck a treasure, I quickly spread Dahyun's thighs and thrust into her hardly.
"Ah!!" Dahyun moaned loudly, her son's huge cock penetrated directly to the deepest point, and her vagina was completely filled. "Y/N...be gentle...it's too big for me..."
"Mom...it feels so good...you're so tight inside...I'm going to move..."
I said and began to thrust hard, my thick cock tumbling inside Dahyun's body. Dahyun was knocked wildly by me, and she lost all reason for a moment. She could only instinctively follow the rhythm and move her waist to suit me.
"Hmm...ah...Y/N...so powerful...you penetrate so deeply...I'm about to be fucked by you..."
Dahyun's eyes were blurred, and she kept moaning incoherently. She had never thought that incest with her son would bring such intense pleasure as if her whole body was about to melt.
I was even more excited when I heard my mother's moans, and my movements became more and more wild.
I listened to my mother's moans, becoming even more excited, my movements growing wilder.
"Ah... Mom... it feels so good... you're so tight inside... I can't take it anymore..."
My breathing became heavier, and my pace quickened. I no longer cared about any techniques of shallow or deep thrusts, only thinking about fiercely possessing Dahyun's body.
Dahyun quickly intervened, "Y/N... slow down... if you go too fast, you'll cum quickly... we finally have this opportunity... you need to try to prolong it..."
However, how could I, who was experiencing sex for the first time, possibly hold back? I was already too deeply enchanted by Dahyun's body and just wanted to reach the climax as soon as possible. I increased the intensity of my thrusts, each one hitting deep inside Dahyun.
"Ah... Mom... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to cum..."
My cock throbbed inside Dahyun, releasing thick streams of semen that filled her vagina for the first time.
"Oh... Y/N... why did you finish so quickly..."
Dahyun helplessly watched as her son pulled out his softening member, a stream of white semen flowing from her open entrance.
"I'm sorry, Mom... I'm just too excited... It's too exciting to do this with you for the first time... I will try to keep longer next time..."
I lowered my head in shame. I originally thought I was well prepared, but I didn't expect to be conquered so easily by Dahyun's alluring body.
"It doesn't matter... This time we finally got what we wanted... You don't have to worry too much about time... We will have many opportunities in the future..."
Seeing that I was a little disappointed, Dahyun couldn't help but feel pity. She sat up, holding my cock with one hand, and wrapped her other hand around my neck and pulled me towards her.
"Good boy... don't be discouraged... we still have time... let mommy teach you now..."
Dahyun took my softened cock into her mouth and sucked it carefully. I felt a familiar feeling of pleasure return and couldn't help but let out a comfortable cry.
"Mom...your mouth feels so comfortable...I'm getting hard again..."
Dahyun glanced up at me with a look of satisfaction in her eyes. She sped up her swallowing speed, sometimes swiping the crown with the tip of her tongue.
"Hmm... um... right there... a little deeper... yes... it feels so good..."
My cock became engorged and swollen again under Dahyun's service, even thicker and more powerful than before.
"Mom...I'm going to insert it..."
I pulled out my cock from Dahyun's mouth, eagerly spread her legs and inserted it again. Dahyun's vagina was filled with my huge penis at once, and the pleasure immediately overwhelmed her.
"Ah...it's too big...Y/N...slow down..."
However, I have been blinded by desire at this moment. How can I care about slow progress? I thrust in and out widely, hitting the deepest part of Dahyun hard with every thrust.
"Mom...I finally have you again...It feels so good inside you...I want to fuck you to death...
Dahyun was fascinated by her son's almost violent offensive, but she knew that she could not let me go on like this, otherwise, I would soon end early again. So Dahyun tapped my shoulder to signal me to stop.
"Y/N... you are too impatient... we still have a long time to enjoy... now you just insert it into me like this... let mommy teach you some new tricks..."
Dahyun stretched out her hand to knead her breasts, her eyes drifting to me: "Look at my hands... caress my nipples like this... They are very sensitive... you can lick, bite and suck... but You must be gentle...otherwise it will hurt..."
I followed Dahyun's instructions and leaned down to kiss her breasts gently. I teased the pink nipples with the tip of my tongue, pursed my lips lightly, sometimes sucked and sometimes licked.
"Yes...that's it...then you have to thrust your cock inside me in small strokes...don't use too much force...this way it can last longer..."
I did as I was told, and my cock squirmed inside Dahyun like a snake, each squeeze bringing a new level of pleasure.
"Ah...Y/N...you are so good...just like this...slowly enjoy your mother's body..."
Dahyun closed her eyes and concentrated on feeling the pleasure brought by her son. My lips and tongue moved around her body, like a slippery little snake; while my cock pumped rhythmically inside her body, like a posing enchantress. The combination of the two brought her unprecedented bliss.
Dahyun felt my tongue getting farther and farther away from her nipples, as if I was exploring other parts of himself. She knew it was a good start, but it wasn't enough.
"Here... try playing with my breasts with your hands... just like what I did before... but with gentle pressure... I can get hurt easily..."
Dahyun takes my hand and guides me to move around her breasts. My warm palms gently pressed her breasts, and then used my fingers to draw circles around the nipples.
"Um...yeah...a little harder...and squeeze it between your thumb and forefinger..."
I did as I was told, and Dahyun's nipples quickly hardened in my hands. I seemed to find it very novel, caressing Dahyun's breasts in different ways, sometimes squeezing and sometimes rubbing.
"Ah...you learn so fast...it's so comfortable...now put your hands on my waist...grab my hips..."
Dahyun taught me how to grasp her ass cheeks and then ordered me to thrust in and out of her.
"Now feel free to do whatever you want... Just remember not to use too much force... Let Mom guide you for the rest..."
After I got the right to express myself freely, I was immediately excited. I kneaded Dahyun's breasts into various shapes and dug my fingers deeply into them; at the same time, I thrust deeply into Dahyun's body, and each thrust hit her deepest part.
"Mom...your body is so sexy...I want to possess you forever...never stop..."
Dahyun couldn't help but smile after hearing this. This young child finally truly understood the wonder of sex.
I attacked every inch of Dahyun's skin tirelessly, and her pleasure gradually accumulated to its peak. Suddenly, an electric feeling rose from her spine and spread throughout her body.
"Ah——! I'm about to cum...!"
Dahyun hugged my back tightly, her whole body trembling. I also felt the vibration in Dahyun's body and knew that I had brought her an unparalleled climax.
"Mom... Your insides are tightening like spasms... Your orgasm is so wonderful... I'm about to cum too..."
Dahyun immediately stopped him after hearing this: "No...Y/N...we have more new tricks to try...change your position...let mom kneel in front of you like a doggy...then you start from Come in from behind...that kind of perspective will make you feel particularly exciting..."
Dahyun turned around and kneeled with a blushing face, raising her butt high and waiting for me to enter.
"Y/N... come on... fuck mom hard... like a pussy..."
Junhao was immediately excited and penetrated Dahyun from behind with his still-hard cock.
"Ah...this perspective is so exciting...Mom, your body is so sexy...I want to fuck you..."
I thrust violently, making Dahyun's ass crack with each thrust.
Dahyun thought that the doggy-style perspective would make me more excited, but she didn’t expect that her son’s favourite thing was her buttocks. When I lay on her back and kept thrusting, Dahyun felt extremely ashamed.
"Ah...Y/N...don't slap my butt so hard...it hurts..."
Dahyun begged, but I couldn't stop at all. I galloped across the grassland like a wild horse, slamming into Dahyun's ass again and again.
"Mom...your ass is so sexy...I just like to see it swaying in front of my eyes...listening to the slapping sound is so exciting..."
My hands kept slapping Dahyun's butt, leaving a red mark. Dahyun's face turned red with embarrassment, but she had to admit that this method really made me more excited.
"Y/N...Mom knows you like this...but please be gentle...it will really hurt..."
Dahyun twisted and tried to avoid my slap but was firmly held by me again. I increased the speed, thrusting as deep as possible with each stroke, and slapped Dahyun's ass hard.
"Ahhhh——! I can't help it...you're too fierce...I can't stand it anymore...please be gentle..."
Dahyun couldn't help but scream, her sanity had been completely destroyed by my crazy behaviour. She could only let her son do whatever he wanted behind her and hoped that the storm would pass as soon as possible.
Dahyun's words only aroused my animal nature. I roared like a beast and kept thrusting behind Dahyun. Dahyun could only keep begging for mercy, but her begging became my best aphrodisiac.
"Ah... don't... you're too big... I really can't stand it anymore... please stop..."
Dahyun cried, her body shaking. I, however, acted as if I couldn't understand the human words, and instead intensified my efforts, thrusting harder and deeper into Dahyun every time.
"Mom...you are so sexy...I love the sound of your cries...you should lie down in front of me like a dog...let me fuck as the way I like..."
I said and slapped Dahyun's butt hard again, leaving a red stain. Dahyun let out a cry of pain, but she also felt an unprecedented pleasure.
"Ah... no... don't... but I feel so good... this feeling is so weird..."
Dahyun was so ashamed that she never thought that one day she would be fucked like a bitch by her son, and she felt extremely excited. I also felt the tightening and throbbing inside Dahyun, knowing that she was about to climax again.
"Ah... I'm going again... Y/N... please be gentle..."
Dahyun cried out, her body arching involuntarily. Her vagina spasmed violently, wrapping my cock tightly.
Dahyun's vagina bit down on my cock, making me immediately on the verge of ejaculation.
"Mom... Your pussy is about to pinch me off... I'm going to cum inside... Let me cum inside you... give birth to my baby..."
I roared softly as I made the final sprint. My words made Dahyun even more ashamed, but she was already blinded by sexual desire and could not think about ethical issues.
"Hmm...Y/N...come on...cum inside mom...let mom give birth to a baby for you..."
Dahyun agreed softly. She never thought that one day she would be eager to be creampied by her son, and she even agreed to give birth to a child for him. But at this moment, she just wants me to be released in her body, so that she can reach a higher level of bliss.
Hearing that my mother agreed to give birth to me, I was so excited that I finally reached the peak after dozens of frantic thrusts.
"Ahhhh——! I am cumming! All of it inside you! Make you pregnant!"
I let out a low growl of satisfaction and cummed all my seed deep into Dahyun's womb. Dahyun was also stimulated to orgasm again and again by the scalding heat. Her vagina contracted violently, tightly wrapping her son's cock, as if she wanted to squeeze out every drop of semen inside.
"Oh...god...so much...I'm really going to get pregnant..."
Dahyun said absently that she no longer cared about the consequences and now only wanted to enjoy this ultimate pleasure.
Since the accident, the relationship between Dahyun and me has become closer and closer. At first, Dahyun still had some concerns, fearing that my body would if I ejaculated too many times a day. But she soon discovered that her son's energy was too amazing.
On the first morning after that day, when Dahyun got up, she saw me standing naked in front of the bed. The giant thing under my crotch was already erect and covered with bright morning dew.
"Mom...you wake up...I want you again..."
I smiled and climbed onto the bed, spread Dahyun's thighs with ease, and thrust myself into them.
"Ah...you're here again...didn't it just end..."
Dahyun was a little helpless, but she quickly indulged in the pleasure. Although my speed was not fast, I penetrated deeply every time, and Dahyun soon had a second orgasm.
"Mom...I love you...you are my little evil...I can't get enough..."
I murmured, speeding up and thrusting inside Dahyun again.
This is a portrayal of the mother and son's life day after day. Dahyun was a little resistant at first, but was soon impressed by my love words and skills. Now as long as I am horny, Dahyun will open the door to welcome my invasion. She uses her body to teach me the secrets of sex, and I use my cock to repay Dahyun's generosity.
Sex between us takes up most of their lives. Dahyun's vagina has become my exclusive toy, waiting for my use at any time.
I soon moved into Dahyun's room to stay overnight, and we had sex all the time. When cooking in the kitchen, Dahyun would suddenly lift her skirt to expose her wet pussy, allowing me to penetrate her directly from behind; when taking a bath, Dahyun would kneel in the bathtub and give me a blow job until I couldn't help but erupt in her mouth. So far; when eating dinner, Dahyun accidentally touched my leg, I would grab Dahyun's hand and guide it to my crotch, and then push Dahyun down on the sofa; when watching TV, Dahyun would sit on my lap and move by herself, until my mood comes, we changes to the normal position. The lives of us have been completely filled with sex. No matter when and where, as long as one of us is sexually excited, the other party will cater to it.
No matter where we are, as long as one of them proposes to "fuck until mommy gets pregnant" the two of us will be particularly excited. I will also ejaculate more and thicker semen, filling Dahyun's vagina to the brim.
The tacit understanding between mother and son is also getting better and better. Dahyun knows where my most sensitive parts are, and how to stimulate me to reach climax faster; she also knows how to control her body posture and rhythm, so that she can reach multiple orgasms and prolong my ejaculation time.
Once, Dahyun deliberately rode her hips on the bed and played with my scrotum, which made me only last five minutes before exploding inside her. Another time, Dahyun adopted the method of "nine shallow and one deep", slowly guiding me to rush inside the body, allowing Junhao to enjoy the sex for an entire hour.
Dahyun has mastered these techniques to such an extent that she knows how to drive me into ecstasy and madness. Dahyun is already familiar with where my sensitive points are. As long as she wants, she can make me stay in her pussy for a long time. But seeing I struggling to cum inside her body, she would always soften her heart and let me wreak havoc in her deepest parts.
Dahyun soon became pregnant with my child as I creampied her as frequently as a stallion. Faced with this unexpected result, Dahyun was a little overwhelmed - she had to admit the fact that she and her son were incest and faced social condemnation. But just when she was hesitant, my idea once again made her indulge in physical desires.
"Mom, since you are already pregnant with my child, let's take this opportunity to play some new tricks! I can fuck you and suck your milk at the same time!"
I suggested with a smile, while untying Dahyun's clothes, burying my head on her breasts and nibbling.
"Ah...you little...you are so full of tricks..."
Dahyun hummed softly, stretched out her hand to hold my head, and took the initiative to put her breast into my mouth.
"Mommy's milk must be so sweet...I'm going to suck you dry...and keep fucking you...until our child is born..."
I said vaguely, sucking harder with my lips and tongue.
Under the temptation of my big cock, Dahyun was quickly overcome by desire. She no longer thinks about her child's future, nor does she care about the outside world's opinions. The only thing she wants now is to have intense sex with her son until she faints.
So, with a burst of rapid breathing, Dahyun held my head tightly and allowed me to explore between her breasts. I slipped my fingers into Dahyun's vagina, stirring inside, preparing for the next wild sex.
Under my strong request, Dahyun resigned from the company on the grounds of concentrating on childbirth. In fact, her purpose in doing this was just to give me more time and space to fuck his mother.
Due to the changes in hormone levels during pregnancy, Dahyun's sexual desire is stronger than before, and she is becoming more and more addicted to my big cock. Except when going to the toilet, my penis always remained inside her.
Whether in the dining room or living room or even on the balcony and bathroom, every corner of the home left traces of our intense intercourse. The gurgling juices and milky white semen mixed together, soaking most of the room.
Dahyun lay on the dining table with her butt raised high, allowing me to thrust violently from behind. Her top had been torn off, and her round breasts were exposed to the air, swaying with the impact from behind.
"Hmm... it's too deep... My boy ... you are always so rough... you're going to break mommy..."
Dahyun bit the corner of her lip, reached up to her chest with one hand to rub the erect nipples, and reached down with the other hand to rub the engorged clits.
"Mom, don't you like being fucked bad by me? You said you want our child to be filled with my big cock until he is born..."
I growled, speeding up my sprint.
My penis moved in and out of Dahyun's vagina like a tamping machine. Every time I inserted it, a large amount of nectar would flow out down the top of her thighs. Dahyun's delicate labia has long been red and swollen from being fucked, but she still tirelessly swallows my huge cock.
"Yes...let's let our baby feel...how it forms in mom's pussy...ahh...going to cum..."
Dahyun raised her head, her eyes blurred, and a wanton moan escaped from her mouth.
My movements became more and more fierce. I grabbed Dahyun's waist, pressed her against the table and thrust her hard, and every time I penetrated her to the deepest point. Dahyun's body began to convulse, and a warm juice surged out of her body, soaking my lower body.
"Ha...it's so hot...Mommy's climax...I'm almost there too ..."
I gritted my teeth, and after the last few deep thrusts, I also cummed a large amount of semen, filling Dahyun's womb.
Dahyun lay weakly on the table, her legs trembling, and the clothes underneath her were completely soaked with water and semen. I pulled out my cock which is still hard, it was covered in the mixture that belonged to both of us.
"You're so beautiful...Mom...I can never get enough of you..."
I leaned down and kissed Dahyun's sweaty back.
Dahyun chuckled, turned around and kissed me back.
"Me too...my son...you are the one who really makes me happy.”
A shorter fic today, and we are focusing on breeding, as Yuna cannot control herself.
Length 1.6K
Yuna X Mreader
In recent months, there had been only one thought in Yuna’s mind, and that was being bred. Sex has always been something that Yuna loved. She loved having it, watching it, and being around it in general. So it should come as no surprise that she watched a lot of porn.
Now, after an introduction by Ryujin, Yuna was obsessed with being bred. She watched a series of videos of a woman going from petite, toned, and fit to having a bigger body because she was bred. Something about it clicked with Yuna, and she wanted the same thing. She had watched the woman have sex and get a creampie over and over again. And now she wanted to do the same. She stared into the mirror in her room and imagined herself with larger mounds, filled with milk, and a big, swollen belly. The thought got Yuna wet.
She thought about how she’d be able to get this goal of hers. She didn’t think about it too long; once your face popped up in her mind, it was decided. As her friend, you’d surely help her. She convinced herself of it. She called you up, saying she wanted to hang out. You agreed, thinking you’d have a fun time eating or playing games.
You were surprised when you came into Yuna’s home, and she greeted you in the nude. Yuna made it clear what she wanted by pulling you into her home and pressing her lips against yours. “I need you to fill me up.” She whispered, breaking the kiss for a moment. You felt her hand on your crotch, you were getting hard, having Yuna’s bare body pressed against you was arousing to say the least.
Your hands find Yuna’s waist, and you grip it tightly. She jumps up and wraps her legs around your waist. Your hands shift to Yuna’s ass to hold her steady. She drags her tongue along your neck, “Get that cock out,” she says, gently biting your earlobe. You weren’t going to pass up the chance of fucking Yuna, even if you weren’t sure what she was on about.
You walk over to her living room couch, setting her down before unbuckling your belt. Yuna sits up instantly and begins to help you. “I can do this, you get your shirt off.”
You reach for your shirt, taking it off quickly, as Yuna quickly pulls your pants down just enough to get your cock out. She leans in, grabbing your shaft and wrapping her lips around the head. You groan, the sudden pleasure making your legs weak as she bobs her head, her tongue snaking around your cock. One of Yuna’s hands goes between her legs, brushing her clit as she sucks your cock. You feel her moans around your shaft, the pleasure increasing when she does. “You’re so good at this,” you grunt.
Yuna doesn’t respond in words; instead, she pushes herself to the base of your cock. You can feel yourself hitting the back of her throat. You were on edge, your cock throbbing against her tongue. Yuna’s eyes go wide, and she quickly pulls away, denying you an early orgasm.
She stares into your eyes and lies back on the couch, spreading her legs. Her hand spreads her lips apart for you, and she guides you into her warm cunt. “Ooh, fuck,” she moans as you slip inside her. You push deeper into Yuna, enjoying her warmth. She wraps her legs around your waist and pushes you in further. She feels the tip of your cock kissing her womb and moans with a smile. You plant your hands on either side of Yuna’s head and begin to thrust. Her warm walls hug your cock. It’s a struggle to pull out of Yuna at times with how tight she is. That just makes the experience more pleasurable for you. You put more strength into your thrusts, ramming your length against Yuna’s womb.
The young woman wraps her arms around you, clawing at your back as you rail her. Considering you were already close to cumming from her blowjob, your quick thrusts led to your climax. You bury yourself inside Yuna only minutes after you had slid into her. Still, Yuna was happy; she felt your cum pouring into her. She had taken creampies before, but now that the goal was different, it felt so much better. Her body shook, she was nearly cumming as you pumped her full. Yuna marked your back with her nails, only stopping once the intense pleasure was over. You pull out of the young woman slowly, your cum seeping out of her cunt. Yuna brings her fingers to her slit, dragging them along and coating them in your semen. She looks at herself before bringing the salty liquid to her lips and tasting it—a small smile forms. Even though Yuna wasn’t qualified to decide what made for potent semen, she thought it was perfect, and she needed more.
Yuna thought she would up the ante, though. She walked over to the floor-length windows that overlooked the city and bent over for you, your cum running down her leg. Needless to say, you were hard and ready for another round. You got behind Yuna and gripped her waist tightly as you pushed into her. Her plush ass pressed against your crotch. You groan before giving her a quick thrust, watching as her cheeks jiggled. You did it twice more, enjoying the way it shook before Yuna begged you to fuck her. You did as instructed and began to thrust into Yuna earnestly. As you drove your cock into her messy cunt Yuna slowly straightened out, and soon you had her pressed against the cold glass, her hard nipples dragging against it when you slammed yourself against her. The sensation made Yuna’s body tingle, and she craved more. Add to that, she could feel your cum escaping her body, and she was desperate to be filled with more of your baby batter.
“More!” Yuna cried out, her legs growing weak as you fucked her against the window. You raise Yuna’s leg and drive your cock deeper into the young woman. Her cries of pleasure grow louder, her walls clamp down on your cock when you're buried inside her. Yuna’s eyes were rolling into the back of her head; she could barely hold herself together as the pleasure got to her. “Put a baby in me. I want them so bad,” she said, slurring her words. Yuna could feel your cock ramming into her womb, and she couldn’t be happier with the feeling. You would be shooting your cum right into her womb. When Yuna felt your cock throbbing, she smiled with glee.
“Yes! Fucking, cum inside me! Drown my womb in your baby batter.” She growls. You could now say, in all honesty, Yuna had lost her mind. She was an animal begging you to breed her. While she might be crazy, you also had no problem cumming inside such a beautiful woman. It was one of your many bad traits. You impale Yuna on your cock and shoot your cum right into her womb. The young woman lets out a long guttural moan as your cum fills her body, the warmth spreading across her body. She fogs the window with her heavy breaths. Her walls milk you rhythmically, clenching around your cock to milk you for every drop. “Give it all to me,” she moans, pressing her ass against you.
Once your orgasm ends, you try to pull out, and Yuna shouts for you to stay still. “We’re not done yet. One time won’t be enough, and I don’t want to waste a drop. Take me to the bedroom.” You follow Yuna’s instructions and carry her to the bed, keeping yourself inside her warm cunt. She has you lie down, and as you do, she slowly moves around to face you. She bounces on your cock slowly, making sure each time she comes down on it, every inch is inside her. She places her hands on your chest, supporting herself as she keeps moving. “I can feel it all sloshing around inside me,” she mumbles, slowly speeding up. “I want more, I want to be able to feel your baby batter fertilizing me.” Yuna soon gets into a rhythm, slamming her plump ass down on you. You grab the firm piece of flesh and help keep her rhythm steady.
Yuna had her sole focus, being bred. She put herself in the position of the woman she had watched in videos–heavy, swollen breasts and a big, round belly. The ideas she imagined pushed Yuna toward her climax. Her walls clamped down on your cock again. Yuna squirms on top of you, her body shaking as she cums hard. You were nearing your climax, too, so you continued to thrust into her tight cunt. Yuna’s heavy breaths cut through her moans, and a large smile was plastered on her face. That smile grew as you buried yourself inside Yuna and came inside her again. As your cum was pumped inside Yuna, she rubbed her belly. “I’m going to have a baby,” she said in a tired voice. Yuna’s legs shook as she tried to bounce on your cock again. They gave out on her, and she fell forward, collapsing on top of you as her walls continue to milk you.
Yuna mumbles about your cum swimming around inside her, absolutely lost in her imagination. She drifts off to sleep, her imagination continuing to run wild. You follow soon after taking the break you are given.
In the morning, you are back to being Yuna’s toy. You wake up with her riding you again. She was determined to be bred and wouldn’t stop until she was.
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"A Tempting Deal" [+18] | Knight's Smutrathon Special - DAY 18
ft. TWICE's Myoui Mina (x Male Reader)
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DESCRIPTION: Mina has been frustrated with her husband's reluctance whenever she invites him for an intimate time. It has been almost a year she's suffering and she has had enough of it, just in time when she discovered something about her stepson that enabled her to offer a tempting deal at the cost of crossing the boundaries.
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Mina loves her husband a lot, no doubt about it. She thought she’s the best man she can ever have of, which is why she didn’t hesitated to reciprocate his feelings and marry him someday. Here they are now, 5 years strong and got introduced to a small but lovely family with an only child which is you, from her husband’s late wife.
He was also a great father to you, she believed some of the principles and values of his were taught mostly to you, making you act in resemblance to him. Mina just knew that immediately that you’ll grow up just as inspiring as your father is, thinking about it makes her prouder for her life right now. She was blessed with two handsome men who can accompany her as more years passed through or simply until her last breath.
However, nobody’s perfect. There will always be that one flaw that a person possess that either you who is close to that person would accept or retreat from it. Her husband does have one, and since Mina loves him so much she rather attempts to slide it off.
But in the present time, Mina had been contemplating now about this decision she’s been doing to cope with it. It’s not working and it’s not helping at all. She’s just going in circles whenever she chooses to ignore his lack of affection to her despite aching so badly wondering why.
Mina began to suspect herself if she’s the cause of her husband’s reluctance over her attempts to make love together. She’s well aware that they’re getting old and they cannot stay fresh as what they looked like in their younger days. For almost a year, he sleeps to ignore her chances, then she would find herself checking her appearance at the mirror.
She accepts if she wasn’t that attractive anymore, but it fears her still that it might cause her husband to fell out of love. That’s why her she started to do this plan where she would dress herself looking very enticing around the house to seduce her husband. Little did she know that it does work, but not for the person she’s targeting of.
One night, a heavy rain shocks the city. Mina just did her laundry earlier and decided to hang some of the clothes outside since her dryer was temporarily broken. She went to the balcony and started to take them off one by one.
You were playing a video game when you heard your step-mother bang on your door to do a favor of helping her. It took you more than a minute to get out. You went to her room and you were about to approach her but your steps went slow for a while when you saw her drenched in her super short pajamas and white shirt.
The outline of her black bra inside became very obvious because of how wet the cloth is. It wasn’t the only time you were finding Mina sexy. It’s wrong to think like that to your mother despite not being blood-related, but it’s challenging you when she wears so daring around you in the house.
“YN? Are you there? Grab these clothes and place them on the ironing board. Fast!” She shouted as she started to feel her arms getting worn out now from carrying these clothes. Snapping out of your daydreaming about her, you hurriedly catched those clothes and followed what she commanded.
As you exit the room after, you noticed that you forgot your thumb gloves for gaming on her nightstand. You were about to return back but her door was partially closed. Peeking through the gap, you were surprised at what you’ve seen.
Mina was changing her clothes, undressing her soaked white shirt with a sleeveless red tank top. Before she does so, it had you staring at her bare torso, where you catched her only in her bra for a second. As she finished, you quit spying on her and knocked on the door.
“Mom, can I come in? I forgot something.” Once you heard her permission, you went inside without looking at her, fearing it might distract you from what you’ve seen. You quickly went back to your room and breathed heavily at how insane it was to actually get a glimpse of your step mother almost having her entire skin exposed to your eyes.
Around 2AM at dawn, you were still awake and has gotten tired of grinding on your pc game. Collapsing on the bed, you rolled and stared at the ceiling thinking of a way to doze yourself off to sleep. You suddenly remembered Mina in her bra earlier and that effectively made your cock hard on your shorts.
Now horny, you just chose to whip it out and start masturbating imagining Mina stripping in front of you. Again, it’s not oblivious for you that this is completely wrong, but Mina is too attractive of a woman. She’s too irresistible and naturally enticing for you to just act normal around her.
You cum a lot on your hands, slowly stroking it as you empty your load. Some of it went on your abdomen and thighs. You were about to grab some tissues but just realized yours are now empty so you skipped out of your room to snatch some on the kitchen.
A horrible timing though, as you were about to go downstairs, Mina just left her bedroom as well. She caught you and called your name. You turned around in shock, Mina’s eyes largened at your hanging erect cock just swayed aggressively by your motion.
You tried to hide it to lessen your embarrassment from your step mom catching you like this. “Where is your short, sweetie?” She was perturbedly asked as to why her son doesn’t have any garment on his bottom. “Mom, I-I… just thought I’ll sleep without them.” You nervously answered as you avoid looking at her.
Mina stepped closer and had you trapped on the wall. “Sweetie, answer me honestly. Did you really?” She asked curiously, as she couldn’t buy your response for some… reason. Having a glimpse of your cock suddenly had her really interested about getting to know more about it.
It’s wrong, but she couldn’t help it as well. “I am, swear! I-I was just about to go to CR.”
Mina stared at you and then her eyes went down at your crotch being given at it best to have it covered by your hands. “Can you take them off and show it to me?”
You furrowed your eyebrows, looking at her in confusion. “Uhh, why should I be mom?”
“Because I know you were lying.”
You looked at her horrified. Speechless and frozen at her presence, your body loses it tense to be let by Mina removing your arms to reveal your now semi-erect shaft. She kneeled and to your surprise, she flicked its tip which instinctively had you moan.
“M-mom? What are you doing?!” You genuinely asked her.
“I knew you were doing something… naughty rather.” Mina smirked. “I just stepped on a drop of your sticky pre-cum, you dirty boy.”
“Mom, I- I don’t know what you’re talking about. Maybe it’s just my sweat!” You shuddered when Mina gripped your cock and pinched your head to ooze some few cum left in it. “Oh, was it really? So you’re saying this cock of yours spewing spunk on me right now just happened?”
You didn’t reply, instead you bit your lips as you knew you are in danger. That fear though just suddenly vanishes in an instant, replaced by baffledness when Mina does something strange instead to confront your actions. She just scooped some of your cum left and took a taste.
“That means you’re just like saying I made you cum like this when I did nothing to you?” She said. “And mmm, wow… you do sure are tasty my dear.”
“Mom, just what the fuck… why are like this, I’m your son.”
“Step. Son.” She reiterated. “And I don’t know, maybe ask yourself too? But me? I just happen to be pleasing myself there at my room, being lonely again at your father who is gone and doesn’t seem to love me anymore.”
Mina’s tone became melancholic. She starts pumping your cock, which panicked you that you’ll definitely gonna get turned on by what she’s doing.
“I’ve tried so hard to get your father on me, but he just ignore me with his excuses. I get he’s too hardworking, but I don’t think he even cares at what his wife wants too. I haven’t felt being loved for almost a year now, son.” Mina started to get teared up, shortly pausing what she’s doing to you. Watching your stepmom this emotional is doing a rough effect on your chest.
“We barely even do kisses or hugs anymore, and if we do it felt like it wasn’t even sincere, more like rushed or forced. Especially sex, me and your father would just sleep with ourselves turned against our backs every night. Tonight, I’ve had enough… and I’m sorry for what I’m about to do but seeing your cock, I’ve had my limit.”
You gasped as Mina slurped your cock. Eyes went shut as the pleasure was sent through your nerves by her sudden oral service. How things went on by that fast, from having lewd thoughts about her and now here she is, giving you a forbidden blowjob where nobody could stop this act of infidelity between you both.
“D-do you like it, boy? Was my mouth making you feel good?” Mina said as she twirls her tongue around your shaft.
“It’s incredible, mom. Oh god.” You groaned when Mina put a pressure on her lips to conceal the circumference of your head. She went beneath and took your balls after, giving them a deserving saliva coating with her sultry mouth.
A pop just echoed as she released herself off your crotch and she grinned at you seductively seeing you completely taken over by her. “You are indeed a grown man now, baby. Look at this magnificent cock, just how were you able to hide this through your shorts?” She said as she wiggled and slapped it around her face.
“What size are you?”
“M-more than 7?”
“And it’s just with the length, goodness.” She was more impressed at how thick your meat is. “You’re literally huge, I couldn't fit half of you deep into my throat. I love how it just went from this small to this beast just when you looked at me.” She smirked.
“Tell me, have you wanted me so badly? Don’t be shy, just admit it.”
“Y-yes. I was… actually thinking of you earlier while I masturbate.”
“Naughty boy being horny to her stepmom.” She slapped your cock, making it twitch. “But don’t worry about it, because we’ll help each other out now from now on. Do you want it? You’ll be making your mom happy from now on while I do the same as yours, fulfilling every lewd fantasies you have there in your perverted mind.”
“Yes, mom. I do really want you.”
“That’s great to hear. Let’s get ourselves a bed to continue, shall we?” You nodded as Mina chooses your room. Once the door was slammed, she kissed you hungrily and helped you take off your clothes.
“Come on, strip mommy as well. I’m all yours now.” You obliged, tugging every garment of her out of her body. She was now standing there in her black bra you’ve seen earlier and her paired panty. Now she’s here standing close to you exactly what’s on your mind, and reality was indeed far better.
“I may not be bearing a large chest but I hope you can still do something about this one too.” She turned around and slightly bent to present her succulent ass on you.
“What are you saying, mom? You’re still beautiful to me.” Mina blushed just by hearing that. “And also…” You pulled her closer to you, her asscrack now pressed on your crotch, making her gasp. “I love them both.”
You slapped her ass which caused Mina to yelp. “Fuck yes, do me! Smack me hard!” And another one, you did it repeatedly. “Oh yeah, be rough on me. I can take it.”
“Do you love getting spanked in the ass?”
“Very!” You did again, a handprint of yours slightly marked now on her reddening cheeks.
“Well aren’t you a naughty mommy as well? Begging for your son to get humiliated by this, such a slut you are. Now I know cocks are your weakness to be like this, way better to brag that it’s mine who made you like this.”
Leading her to the edge of the bed to bend her further, you dragged her panties and buried your face on between those plump pillows of her while kneading them in circles. Mina moans loud feeling your tongue running along at her slit, using your jaw in serious intention of making her holes wet for preparation.
“Oh my… ugh yes! Fuck, you’re so good with that, baby! Keep eating me!” Mina moved her hips to rub herself to your face, helping you devour her more. With the pre-cum and your spit making her holes now set to be fucked, you led your cock to her pussy first, tracing her pussy lips until you slowly spread her innards wide.
“AAAAAAA!!!! FUCKKKK, NGHHHH SHIT, YOU’RE… WAIT TAKE IT SLOW!” Mina requested as your massive girth expanding her walls like never before as what your father could do to her. “Your cock is too gifted, my boy. I take back what I said, be gentle for now alright?”
“As you wish, mommy.” You continue to attempt inserting more into but it seems that she wasn’t yet used to yours that only like teo inches left to be buried deep on her snatch.
“Has dad really left you so tight like this?”
“I mean it when your dad never let me have sex with him, baby. It frustrates me.”
“Well good thing still, because I can enjoy your pussy gripping my cock so tight.” You began thrusting on her, making her moan. “I could tell it feels perfect around me, I can use this more starting today, right?”
“Yes, dear. Only your cock will be the one I want after how you impressed me with your package.” Mina was breathing heavily, jaw jw hanging, and almost fluttering her eyes in cloud nine whenever your shaft rubs her insides so well.
“I will make you forget how dad left his shape in your pussy, that you will never be contented when you’re with him and always after that you come find this cock to have its way on you again.” You bent forward and whispered to her ear as you pummeled her stronger.
“YES! FUCK, I’LL TAKE CARE OF YOUR COCK BABY. JUST DON’T USE YOUR HANDS ANYMORE, YOU CAN USE MY BODY ANYTIME YOU WANT!” You swayed some hair out of her face and licked her cheek before kissing her again on the lips.
“I’ll fill you up with my cum just the way you like it, I’ll keep you satisfied and punished at the same time for betraying my useless dad. Fuck, here it goes!” You alerted her as you can feel your balls tensing now at the impending release.
“Yes, oh god. Give it to me! I want to feel it inside!”
Rotating her body so that she’s now on her back, you reinserted again inside her and folded her with her legs sprawled open. Mina’s head were cradled by your hands as you stare at her intensely while you proceed you fuck her hard.
You kissed her to stifle her whimpers as you finally erupted inside her pussy, Mina’s legs shuddered as she can feel how much cum is being poured. As you let go and slid of her, her pussy lips were throbbing as it got creampied.
After that, you two went on for more rounds to end Mina’s sexual longing that will definitely have her craving for more as days goes by. You fucked her in doggystyle with your cock pounding her ass until it also receives a load of yours.
“I guess I’m way better now than dad, right?” You asked her as you had her watch herself in the mirror as your cock invades her pussy again from behind with her arms bounded by your hand.
“Y-yes, with that cock of yours compared to him… I-I’m surprised you are his offspring.” You sucked her neck and enjoyed seeing her moan with lustful expression on her face.
“What a pathetic, heartless, and ungrateful wife you are, cheating behind your husbands back because you can’t live without a cock in your pussy.” You were now fucking her in a spooning position while she’s clutching at the wall. “Let alone it his son you were having an affair with.”
“I-I’m such a disgrace wife and a stepmother… but your cock is too amazing to be wasted without a pussy like mine who needs for its attention!” She replied breathily which encouraged you to ram your cock faster at her.
“We’ve been fucking for like what? 5 hours now? I hope this stamina of yours will be not a one-time thing because dad abandoned you so poorly like this.” You said as Mina is now about to fall asleep in your arms, her pussy riding your cock as she watches the sun rising through the window from her droopy eyes.
“I-it won’t be, next time we’ll fuck all day. I know you’ll like that…” Mina responded. She hummed as she felt her tits get a handful.
“Oh, I would definitely love that from my mommy, proving just how slutty she is just for my cock.” You grinned and kissed her. “I’m cumming!” That was the last erotic sound she made as her pussy accepted your seventh orgasm through your entire session.
You carried your sleeping stepmom Mina back to her bed and dressed her comfortably. Just hours after, your dad arrived at the house. “Where’s your mom?”
“Upstairs, sleeping.”
“She hasn’t awakened yet? That’s surprising, she always wakes up early.”
You smirked at him mockingly on your thoughts. He has no idea that she has fully changed while he’s gone because of your effortless temptation. As your dad went upstairs to greet his exhausted wife who got bred overnight, you went to the bathroom to wash all the dried sweat on your skin from your sex with Mina.
=== END ===
"Alive" [+18] | Knight's Smutrathon Special - DAY 10
ft. TWICE's Yoo Jeongyeon (x Male Reader)
WORD COUNT: 3764
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DESCRIPTION: Jeongyeon has been married for years, now her husband cheats on her saying her body is not it used to be. She decided to go to her high-school reunion to distract herself. There she found her first love, YN... but the shy guy that she knew was replaced by a buff, tall and handsome man - where they start to link again.
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Jeongyeon loved her husband deeply. They had been together for five years before getting married, and soon after, they were blessed with a child.
To be honest, it wasn’t her husband’s looks that first captured her heart. His face was ordinary — pleasant but not striking. What truly drew Jeongyeon in was his personality. He was kind, grounded, and sincere, the kind of man who reminded her of her father — gentle yet strong in his convictions.
She always believed that genuine character could outshine any handsome face. And that’s why she was proud of her choice — to spend her life with a man who wasn’t perfect, but who had once made her feel perfectly loved.
But one day, things began to change.
Jeongyeon started noticing small shifts — subtle, almost unnoticeable at first. Her husband began pulling away. He no longer greeted her with warmth before leaving for work. The cheerful hums and daily “I love you”s faded into silence. His smiles became rare, his patience thinner. Even their quiet moments together disappeared.
At first, she brushed it off, thinking he was simply tired from work. But after days of coldness, it became unbearable. The breaking point came when he shouted at her — over something trivial. It was the first time he had ever raised his voice to her.
That night, Jeongyeon confronted him.
“What’s wrong with you, Minhyuk? You’ve been so distant lately.”
“There’s nothing wrong,” he said flatly.
“Oh, don’t lie to me. I can see it. I can feel it!”
He sighed. “You’re probably just stressed from motherhood, Jeong.”
Her heart sank. “And who gave me this life, Minhyuk? You did. I’m doing my best for our child and for you. But why can’t you let me do the same for you? Don’t I have that right as your wife?”
He avoided her gaze. “I can handle things on my own.”
“You really make it seem like you don’t need me at all,” she whispered.
“Are you going to keep pushing this?” he snapped.
“Just tell me the truth!” she cried.
His expression hardened. “Fine. You want to know the truth? You’re different now, Jeong. You’re not the same woman I fell in love with.”
Her world froze. “W-what do you mean?”
“You’ve changed. You’re… not as attractive as you were before.”
Jeongyeon felt her heart crack. The man she loved most had just said the cruelest thing imaginable. She held back her tears, standing there in silence as he grabbed his keys and left the house.
That night, Jeongyeon sat alone, replaying his words over and over.
Days later, she discovered the final blow — messages on his phone. He had been talking to other women, paying them for companionship. Her body went numb. The disgust, the betrayal, the humiliation — it was all too much.
When he returned home that evening, she could barely look at him. She said nothing, only watched him leave again, the sound of the closing door echoing through the emptiness of their once warm home.
That night, Jeongyeon wandered outside to attend her alma maters' school reunion. She found herself sitting alone in a quiet playground. The swings creaked softly in the night breeze — the same place that once reminded her of happiness, now drenched in loneliness.
As she sat there, tears streaming down her cheeks, she felt someone’s presence nearby.
“Jeong? Oh my God… it’s really you!”
She looked up, startled. A man stood there, you who smiling in disbelief.
“I-I’m sorry, do I know you?” she asked, her voice trembling.
You let out a small, nervous laugh. “Come on, Jeong. It’s me. YN from senior high?”
Her eyes widened when she recognized that very familiar name from the past. “Y–YN?”
“In the flesh,” you said softly, smiling.
Jeongyeon could hardly believe it. It had been over ten years since she last saw you — the quiet, shy boy from high school who once meant the world to her. But you weren’t that timid boy anymore. You were confident, mature, and somehow even more familiar than ever.
You talked for hours. You told her about your life abroad — how you had built a stable career and returned to Korea after years of living overseas. Fate, it seemed, had led you back to her.
When you noticed her tear-streaked face, your expression softened. “What happened, Jeong?” you asked gently.
And so, she told you everything.
She spoke about the distance that grew between her and Minhyuk, the hurtful words, and the betrayal that shattered their marriage. You listened quietly, brows furrowed, jaw tightening in anger and sympathy.
When she finally broke down, you pulled her gently into your arms. “You didn’t deserve that, Jeong. Not from him.”
She shook her head weakly. “Maybe it’s my fault. Maybe I changed too much after giving birth. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t love me anymore.”
“Don’t say that,” you told her firmly. “You didn’t change — you grew. That’s what life does. But what’s inside you, that kindness, that warmth — it’s still there. I can see it. I always have.”
She smiled faintly through her tears. “You and your kind words… you haven’t changed either.”
You chuckled softly. “Maybe not. I still remember how you lent me your jacket back in school after I got splashed by that car. You were the first person who ever showed me real kindness.”
She looked at you, touched by the memory. “I missed you,” she whispered.
“I missed you too,” you said, your voice almost breaking.
A silence settled between you — one filled with unspoken words, regret, and the faint spark of something that had never truly faded.
Then, Jeongyeon spoke again, her voice low. “You still carry it, don’t you? What we had back then.”
You hesitated. “Jeong…”
“I know you do,” she continued softly.
You took a deep breath. “I shouldn’t say this. You’re still married—”
“Not for long,” she interrupted. “You know what, fuck him… he gave up on me first.”
You remained silent, as your eyes soften and frowned to keep the emotions into you. “I’m already close to your heart again, YN. It’s right here, let it be.”
You couldn’t take it anymore. You pulled Jeongyeon to a feisty kiss. Your lips gnawed at their plumpness, tongues snaking at one another in the middle. Both of you welcomed that what could’ve it been of your past.
Pressing your forehead to her, you sighed heavily and both were shutting their eyes. Your hands held her side with tenderness. Jeongyeon let herself be satisfied at the consecutive I love yous you’ve been whispering to her.
Those words she’d been wanting to receive that was given to her by someone she remembered to be the real evidence of what a perfect man is made her forget completely about her husband for now. She didn’t cared anymore, what matters right now is she have you again, and if this is the way to celebrate your reunion with her then she would gladly take it just to ease her personal problems.
Jeongyeon pushed you to lay down on the couch. Straddling you, she took off your shirt and paused to admire your enhanced physique. She caressed your abs and bloated pecs in fascination.
She then ducked forward and started peppering your body with her needy kisses. You only moaned at the sensation of her lips marking every spot of your skin she can find. Her hair was bunched around your hands to encourage her for more.
Jeongyeon stopped her rain of smooches to raise her body back up and have you watch you undress herself. Stripping away the sweaters and the black C-cup bra she’s wearing, her bare body matches yours. To compare, they’re just as healthier, sexy, and tasty to view at.
“Your husband is such a dumbass.” You grabbed both of her hanging tits that made Jeongyeon yelp. “Sucks of him to despise woman who gained size. He completely missed the wonders thickness can still bring to you.” You massaged her breasts while cupping them, running your thumb through her areola and hardened nipples.
The squeeze you attempted to do made Jeongyeon to yelp again but fade into embarrassment quickly as she saw you get shocked when something came out of her tits. You smirked when you confirmed it more that she’s carrying milk on these jugs. “Turns out, my example just got even more perfect.”
You pulled her arm into yours to lean at you sideways. Grasping her one breast, you captured the awaiting nipple with your hand. Jeongyeon moaned at the aggressiveness of your devouring.
“Mhmmm… y-you love my tits?” She asked as she watched you feed like a baby.
“Oh definitely.” You said as you drank the collected milk in your mouth. “I suppose your husband wasn’t a boobs type of guy.” She couldn’t answer, maybe from guilt. It’s not that her breasts weren’t captivating before she gave birth, but she did observed that her husband was simply sloppy in sex.
Her silence was a yes to you, but you didn’t cared much of it. You wouldn’t allow the thought of that guy distract you from deliciously tasting Jeongyeon’s big tits. Jeongyeon was eliciting lewd noises whenever she felt your lips apply a pressure at your sucking.
“D-do the other one. They’re all yours.” She initiated to offer the next. And so you claimed them by yourself just like what she wanted. You continued drinking her milk on her right breast while you kneaded the other one with your manly hands.
“Did you just had a baby?” You asked her after licking a drop of milk about to drop from her nipple. She nodded in response. “How old?”
“He’s about to turn 11 months soon.”
“He’s starting to grow up fast.” You said. “Well, if he comes to not need this anymore, I’ll volunteer to replace him.” Her breasts were tugged and palmed. She whimpered and nodded again. “Y-yes, but please do more to me. I need you so bad.”
“Your wish is my command, my lady.” You rolled away to stand up in your couch. Unzipping your pants and drag them down, Jeongyeon almost salivated at the outline of your manhood through the boxers. “Take them off, I wanna see it.”
You released them from its confines. Jeongyeon dreamily wandered her eyes around the shape of your cock. She reached for it, the gentleness of her hand shuddered you. “You’re totally packing even down here.”
“Oh girl, I’ve always been like that back when I don’t have any of these” You referred to your toned torso.
“Damn it, I had to lose you and this for 10 years?” She raised your cock between her fist in disbelief.
“Don’t worry, it’s you and us only right now. I’ll be here to let you do whatever you’ve wanted, this is yours only after all.”
Jeongyeon started ahead, she jerks off your cock before taking you into her mouth. You sighed as you indulge to the feeling. Every bob of her head was slow and patient, she really wanted to savor this moment of finally having you by herself, the one thing she failed to have before.
“Yeah, fuck you’re such a great cockwarmer. Yeah, that’s it.” You said as you hold her head while you thrust into her face. Gawking and sticky sounds were being created at the movement of your cock going back and forth to her slutty mouth. Your tip was trying to barge into her throat the further you went.
Observing her face, you didn’t want to force her much already. You gave her a breather by slipping her out of your cock. Jeongyeon almost teared up again and her mouth coated with spit as she relaxed herself while pumping your cock to no absence.
“Mmmm I knew I picked the right boy back then. Type of yours who hides massive secret beneath those tame behavior, but I never imagined it this huge.” Jeongyeon grinned, watching her hands glide around your length. “How about these? You saved them all just for me?” She said as she lifted your testicles gently atop of your hands.
“I do masturbate but I never gave it to anybody than you.” You confessed.
“Who do you think of while you’re doing it then?” A tinge of jealousy was obvious on Jeongyeon’s tone. Even her stare at you, those seductive and mean eyes flicked upwards towards you looked so hot while she’s down there playing with your cock like it’s her toy.
“O-okay, you got me. Some celebrities.” She hissed after that.
“But I never imagined them servicing my cock as excellent as you.”
“Nice save.” She said, smirking at you before she took aback when she had your ballsack around her mouth. “I’ll do it for you whenever you want, so forget their famous bodies anymore.” She alternated through each pair, ensuring they’ll be as wet and sticky as your cock. You pushed Jeongyeon’s face away from your manhood and lifted her chin to have her look at you.
“Enough of my cock. I want us to remain focused on you.” You led Jeongyeon to your bedroom. She was spun around, her back pressing your front as your arms sneak around her arms to cup her tits again.
“This is still about you, okay? Just like what I said, I want to do everything just to make you feel you are worth it, including this.” You kissed her cheek and Jeongyeon fluttered at your intimacy.
“Their weight, their roundness, and the richness of the milk they keep.” You fondled her breasts alternately. Jeongyeon could only look at your hands playing with her assets as it sprays calcium in your fingers and on the floor. “Your husband could’ve shared this with your kid, but again he’s too blind to stare at them.” You made Jeongyeon slurp her milk on your fingers.
“And this?” You traced her curves down to her waist’s width. Her small belly bloat didn’t survived from his active hands, groping them as well and toyed with it. “He whine like a bitch just for this?”
Jeongyeon almost crack out of laughter at your random roast at his pathetic husband. “You know what makes you hotter even more, Jeong? You turned out more into my ideal woman nowadays, someone with a nice curve and enough thickness as this.” You patted her belly and gave her another kiss again in the head.
“You forgot something, I see.” Her pants were unbuttoned and removed, revealing her center covered in her black panties. “They’re better off. Your clothing doesn’t give justice to the gifts of your body.” You remained kneeling down her, Jeongyeon is still flushed having other man aside from her husband inspecting her naked body, this should’ve been his responsibility to praise her body no matter what but he failed.
Fortunately, she still has you who is willing to shower her with compliments and boost her confidence more. That’s why she just calmed down from her stature as she lets you roam your hands below.
“Supple thighs, long legs…” You sniffed on her body. “Rich ass, and that leaking… fat pussy of yours.” You stared at the spot that makes the plumpness of her vaginal lips visible through the cloth. Your words turns her on even more, her legs trembling at the continuous gushing of her fluids.
“What a fumble of him. Jeongyeon, you’re such a whole package I can ever dream of having a wife material.” You slapped her ass that made her elicit a sound. Removing her undies as well, you squished her rear again before standing back up and lift her one leg.
Jeongyeon couldn’t believe it. She’s even about to commit a sin just like her husband. Sure, he cheated and she hates him for it, but she’s clearly doing the same that fumes her off. To gaslight herself and ease her frustrations, she’s rather convincing herself that this is just a revenge after all.
“Put it on me, please. I want to feel you inside.” She begged.
“Don’t worry, darling. I will stretch you up your husband’s shape left in this hole will be gone in an instant.” You slowly inserted your cock through her pussy. “And all you can think for yourself every night while he sleeps beside you dreaming of another woman is how my cock tells you that you always belong to me.”
Jeongyeon whimpered as her walls felt your cock stuffing her up, your foreskin and every inch grinding into her soft muscles. Your balls slap through her pussy with every thrust. The woman is no longer in despair from her troubles with her husband, right now she’s in euphoria of sex from another man.
Her boobs bounce freely with every thrust you take her. You kissed Jeongyeon shortly before letting her view how her pussy fully accepts your cock doing its task to make this woman remember her worth. The endurance of your hand hooking the pit of her knee is fine, but you wanted to take Jeongyeon to other levels of being at one.
You pushed Jeongyeon at the bed, her entire behind in your sight. Her ass was eaten delightfully by you that made Jeongyeon roll her eyes when your jaws wave through the crack of her valleys. Your cock resumed its ramming into her core, her ass bumps into your groin as you pound her rear.
Pulling her hair to make the position rowdy and hot, Jeongyeon’s horny face was raised from the mattress. She was rolled in reverse, you jumped onto her and returned your cock back in her pussy. Jeongyeon was fucked in a missionary, but then it slowly went challenging as her legs were slowly being bent as you lean forward to take her lips.
Her feet flails in the air and the bed creaks at the force of your thrusts into her. You went to the other side of the bed where you are straight onto her head, you dragged her body close to yours. Making her lay completely on the middle of the bed, you quickly topped her body and presented your cock above her face while you are at the level of her pussy. In a reverse 69, you hump as she swallows your cock while you lap at her pussy until both of you satisfyingly let out your first orgasm.
Jeongyeon collected your cum before gulping it down to her throat, doing the same for her. You swayed your hips to rub your cock around her face before removing yourself from her. Standing again at the side of the bed, you carefully pulled Jeongyeon again and arrange her so that she’s upside down leaning at the bedside. Squatting above her, you pointed your cock downward straight to her pink cavern and Jeongyeon watched in shock at your crotch bouncing up and down while being in this rare position.
“Oh my God, you’re going into places my husband couldn’t reach.” Jeongyeon bit her lips. “Fuck fuck fuck what the hell did you just put us in, it feels so good!”
“Am I filling you up to the brim?”
“God, yes! Ugh mhm keep fucking me like that, I love your big cock going deep into my pussy.”
“Yeah that felt so good? I bet your husband lacks skills in sex.”
“Let’s stop talking about him anymore because yours is miles better!”
“Well, let me do you one because I’m about to fucking cum.” You said as you speed up your bounce at her thighs as you held her hamstrings. “Look at you, that’s where you belong. A milf in ecstasy, loosed up, and submissively getting railed by a real man who sincerely appreciates you. I’m glad you let me be the one to give what you desire for, Jeong. Take my gift in return, and you can have many of it anytime!”
“Yes yes yes, ngh I’ll take it all, YN! Give me everything!”
“Raaahhh I’m cumming!”
“Oh… hmmm oh yeah. Ugh.” You took out your cock and aimed it to her face below. A load of thick, warm, and salty cum spluttered all through Jeongyeon as you sat there at the mattress releasing all of them. As you finished, Jeongyeon readjusted herself and laid her back entirely at the carpet with her legs occupying the space beside you.
You helped Jeongyeon up from the floor, gently lifting her by the arms until she sat beside you, facing the other way. Reaching out, you brushed your hand against her cheek, your eyes filled with quiet regret.
“I’m sorry if it seemed like I took advantage of this moment,” you began softly. “Please see this as my way of making amends for the past. I truly regret not choosing you, Jeong. I know we ended things too quickly. I made that choice for my own reasons, but I want you to believe that I always wished things could’ve been different. You must’ve known it, from the way I cared for you back then.”
Jeongyeon took your hand, resting it against her shoulder before leaning her cheek on it. “I’ve moved on from the pain, don’t worry,” she murmured. “But… it should have been you.” Her voice trembled as emotion broke through. “I never said it before because I didn’t have the right. What we had was never official, but I was heartbroken when you left. I tried to move on, I met my husband… but now I realize, no one could ever compare to you.”
You nodded, a faint, relieved smile forming. “How about him? What will you do now?”
“I’m going to file for divorce,” she said with quiet determination. “And I’ll fight for custody of my child. He has to face the consequences of breaking what we built.”
“I’ll support you through it, Jeong. You don’t deserve someone like him. This is the right decision.”
Tears welled in her eyes as she embraced you. “Thank you for coming back, YN… for reminding me what it feels like to be alive again. And thank you for giving us another chance to finish what we started.”
You held her close, a warm peace settling over you. Ten years without her had been a kind of silent torture — but now that she was here again, searching for real love and hope, you promised yourself you wouldn’t let her face it alone this time.
Staying for Jeongyeon was all that mattered. Even if it meant new responsibilities, you wouldn’t mind. After all, leaving her once to chase your dreams didn’t mean she was never part of them.
Now, at last, you had the chance to give her the future she always deserved — one filled with love, trust, and a new beginning.
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